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Sex and the Theatre

By: sarahloveitt



This is a substantial rewrite of a story I first posted under a different pen-name over ten years ago.

JILL.

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I

Jill was a very attractive, pretty, lady of thirty years. With straight, glossy shoulder-length dark copper-colored hair, she looked at least ten years younger, with clear unblemished skin. With white even teeth and full lips, she looked for all the world like a film starlet - a young Audrey Hepburn perhaps. She was of average height, but with a narrow waist, not too full in the hips, having a perfectly formed bottom! It showed at its cheeky best when she walked from the hip, with upright bearing, head held high.

With breasts reflecting her bottom in size and shape, self-supporting perfection, the coral-colored areola were tipped with darker substantial nipples, which would swell to even considerable proportions when aroused - which they often were. A ring of goose pimples surrounded the nipple.

When Jill looked at her naked body in the mirror, she would run her hands over her shoulders, breasts, belly, before resting on her furry friend. She would touch her clitoris lightly with the middle finger, feeling it throb slightly, sending a mild shudder through her loins. Between the thighs, her plump vulva nestled, with the inner labia peeping out. Her long legs, perfectly shaped with pretty ankles, completed the picture. She turned her body one way, then the other, as she gazed in admiration at it. No wrinkles anywhere. Firm, smooth skin. No sign of her having had two children. She was very proud of her body - with every reason. It was just about as perfect as it was possible to be.

Wherever Jill went, men turned their heads in admiration. She was the envy of all her friends, and the center of attention of their husbands. All wanted to take care of her, to father her. Which really meant that they wanted to enjoy making love to her. It made her feel good to be admired for her looks. It wasn't always, like that though. As a naive young lady, it was with some surprise that Jill became conscious of the fact that it was her looks rather than her brain that attracted the men. As realization took hold, she grew up to enjoy the feeling of a strange power over the opposite sex. She had something they dearly wanted!

It made her first husband jealous to think that she returned their envious looks. He often threatened to beat the beauty from her face should he find her returning their looks. So she became careful to wear unflattering clothes. 

To look at Jill, you wouldn't think butter would melt in her mouth. She was the ultimate in child-like innocence. Her soft smile, her blue shining trusting eyes, all added to her appearance of vulnerability. Which is, of course, what the men found most attractive about her. If she caught them eyeing her, one of her little tricks was to cock her head slightly to one side, smile sweetly at them with a look of sympathy, as if to say 'Sorry! I know you're dying to have me - but I'm not available.'

This innocent face, however, belied her sexual appetite and her experience of men. If only they knew how much she adored the penis - the feel of it in her mouth, or penetrating her most secret treasure - they may have been less reticent about chatting her up.

Of all the perfect parts of her body, none were more so than her vulva. Jill knew every wrinkle of it. She studied it in a mirror quite often, whilst grooming. She admired the soft pubic hair, it's coppery, silky curls, covering the pronounced mons, which hardened noticeably when aroused, before encasing the entire vulva in its silken web. Some wisps of hair were allowed to stray into the inner thigh on both sides. Other stray wisps were plucked to keep the shape neat and tidy. The outer labia were plump and full, whilst the inner lips, rather darker in color, draped from the tip of the vulva, as though hanging from the sensitive clitoris, before their folds reached their fleshy thickness on either side of the entrance to her rose-pink vagina, then joining together again at the base of the vulva. The overall effect was of an appealing entrance to the passage of sexual delight, held in place by a golden web of beauty. The flesh of the inner labia was of a lightly marbled texture, which swelled up when aroused, to become smooth and full. The puckered vagina itself was set a little higher than usual for an English lady, making it that bit more accessible to a visiting penis, of which there had been quite a few afforded that privilege.

Being the keeper of such a perfect piece of feminine mystery, it's not surprising that Jill treasured it. It was the very center, the core of her physical being, besides the focal point of her emotional being. She was always aware of its existence. It was ever present in her mind. As she grew older, it ruled her life more and more. It was her furry friend. Her constant companion. 

II

It was the music teacher at college who recognized her natural singing abilities, persuading her to take up private lessons. Jill became an accomplished soprano and, when she reached the age of eighteen, could audition to join the local operatic society. The audition was a success, and she joined the chorus for Pirates of Penzance, enjoying the companionship of other ladies of the chorus. But, although made welcome by most others in the group, there were one or two less friendly women. It was only jealousy, she was told. She looked years younger than her age, being such a frail-looking, artless young woman. Most members took to her. 

She soon found out that the female leading singers tended to get a crush on their male counterparts. It was the fundamental nature of romantic musical comedies. Most leading men enjoyed the attentions of their leading ladies, some ending in permanent relationships. The chorus members took pot luck, but were just as predatory! 

It was during this, her first production, that an older member of the chorus, Jim, offered to give her a lift in his car to rehearsals. Jill found nothing sinister in the kind offer. It was only after the second rehearsal, however, that Jim persuaded her to masturbate him. As they were settling into the car after the rehearsal, he promised Jill that he would use his influence with the director, to cast her in a principal role in the next musical production, if she was good to him. When she asked him what being good to him meant, he smiled, took hold of her hand, and drew it over his thigh, onto the front of his trousers.

'Playing with me, Jill. Down there!' Jill said nothing. She didn't know what to say anyway. Her mind was in turmoil. Play with his cock, she thought? It was completely outside her experience. The thought of playing with a man's cock had never really entered her head. Being taken by surprise, she looked down at his thighs, her hand resting on his crotch, as Jim started the engine and drove out of the car park. She decided to play along with Jim's wishes. See what happened. What else could she do, anyway? As he drove, Jim unzipped the trouser flies, took hold of Jill's hand, guided it inside the opening, and pressed it on the contents. Although no stranger to the penis - she had a brother! - Jill was innocent of their potential. It was the first time Jill had touched a man 'down there', and though rather confused by the turn of events, Jill was sufficiently curious to furtively feel the cock. When she felt it jerk and start to stiffen, she gasped with astonishment. Slowly the cock became bigger and thicker in her hand, now gently stroking it. To say she was amazed was an understatement! She had never seen an erect cock, nor even really thought about one! Her mind was ablaze with conflicting thoughts.

After a short drive, Jim parked in a quite lane, switching off the engine, and dousing the lights. Putting his arm round her shoulder, he told Jill that she was very beautiful, and one day she would be a star. But she required a little more experience of life. Until then she would remain in the chorus line. She must learn how to handle other people and look after her self-interest. As he chatted to her, he held her hand on his stiff cock that he had released from his trousers.

Jill was remarkably calm, considering that this was the first time she had seen an erect cock, let alone touch one. But, truth to tell, she was now full of insatiable curiosity! She was unaware that a cock could be so stiff and hard. Her brother's was always limp and drooping. Now, looking down, Jill examined the stiff shaft in the half-light. It was certainly bigger than her brothers. It was squat and thick, warm and responsive. A small pearl had formed at the end of the head. She was fascinated. The shaft was covered with a tracery of thick blue veins. Fascinating! She didn't feel in the least threatened. She was too inquisitive, wanting to explore further. It was only Jim, after all.

As Jill jerked the cock up and down, guided by him, she watched in awe, as the magical foreskin slipped up and down the mauve head. The exploration of her first cock with her hand and fingers, was a wonderful, unexpected sensation. It also seemed to trigger a strange unexpected fluttering feeling in her own loins. Jim no longer needed to move her hand up and down. Jill had learned quickly enough that this was what was required of her. Then, suddenly, Jim grasped her hand to clasp it over the end of the cock. His loins jerked. Jill heard him grunt loudly as warm liquid spurted into the palm of her hand. She felt the several jerks as more and more fluid covered her hand, until he finally subsided. Being the naive young lady, Jill was not really aware of the way cocks ejaculated. Until now, that is!

Jim took a wad of paper tissues, starting to clean the sperm from his cock and Jill's hand. She was aware of a strange pungent smell. Lifting her fingers to her nose, she realized it was the smell of the sticky liquid. Her first small of sperm. It was then that Jill became aware of her own wetness between the legs, with an unfamiliar desire spreading though her loins. The whole experience had left her with some unclear, if pleasant, thoughts which had never crossed her mind before.

In the privacy of her own room, Jill couldn't wait to undress before examining her vulva with her fingers, finding them soaking wet. Her mound was swollen and hard, as her fingers parted the hair to find the stiff clitoris. The touch sent a wave of excitement though her loins, making her gasp with unfamiliar pleasure. She couldn't prevent her fingers from exploring her wetness and stimulating the little bud, until, holding her breath, a sudden jerk went through her like an electric shock, followed by three more! She let her breath out as she sank onto her bed. She had never experienced an orgasm like that before. Not ever!

Jill began to look forward to these twice weekly sessions with Jim. Sometimes three times! At first, she wasn't very good at masturbation, but with a little coaching by Jim, she became more expert. It was also her first experience of sperm. She was impressed by the way he grunted as his loins jerked in spasms. She marveled at the way his penis ejaculated in short spurts, all over his hairy belly and her hand. She dabbled her fingers in the warm pool of white liquid. Eventually, Jill felt the need to kiss the object of her adoration. The touch of her lips on the warm head was exciting for her. Slowly and tentatively, she slid her mouth over the thick shaft. The feeling on her tongue and in her cheeks was electrifying. Then she felt Jim starting to push his cock in and out, as if fucking her mouth, before his hands pressed down on the top of her head, pushing his erection deep into her. Although nearly choking, Jill gripped him hard between her lips, until, with a lunge, his cock exploded into her mouth, spurt after spurt filling her cheeks, splashing the back of her throat. As Jim withdrew, Jill swallowed hard, taking deep gasping breaths. The taste of his sperm was an additional thrill for her, as she juddered to her own orgasm.

After the first couple of sessions, she nervously allowed Jim to slide his hand up her skirt, his fingers touching her furry friend, now awash with her private honey. As soon as his fingers touched the top of her vulva, her loins jerked, and belly trembled. Jill couldn't really control the sensations in her loins. He certainly knew how to stimulate the pretty folds and touch up the secret button that turned on the tap of her juices, making her gasp and squirm with pleasure.

Although Jim had no hand in her getting the leading part she eventually got, he did leave her with an appetite for cock. She missed their evening sex in the car when the show was over.

It eventually crossed her mind that married men were the ones more likely to keep their mouths shut. She'd feel safe having brief affairs with them. Fear of their wives discovering their indiscretions would guarantee their silence.

III

She eventually lost her virginity to her leading man. Until then, however, Jill had been felt by other members of the society and managed to get her hands on several cocks. She was pleasantly surprised to find that no two cocks were alike! Each one an individual pillar of pleasure for her to discover and enjoy.

The first was during the after-show party of that very first musical she appeared in. It was a warm spring evening and the days were beginning to lengthen. The party was held on the outskirts of town in the large rambling house of a member of the society. Jim had brought her in his car, stopping on the way for Jill to jerk and suck him off for the last time, though she had decided she wouldn't let him feel her on that occasion. Even so, it left her feeling randy and wet between her legs. A common occurrence these days. Her vulva seemed to be constantly damp, or even wet! Swallowing the sperm was a tidy way of clearing up the evidence, but the taste left her wanting more.

When they arrived, the party was in full swing. These after-show parties were usually where you really got to know people. Rehearsals were reasonably social occasions, but you could never properly mix with others, with all the rehearsal work to do. As a newcomer to the Society, Jill was expected to do a party piece sometime during the evening. Jill was, of course, a centre of attraction to many of the men. Little did they guess that behind her naive and innocent looks, her loins were boiling over with lust. Aching for attention.

Jill was proffered a glass of red wine, and she chatted casually to various people. After a second glass, her head became slightly woozy. It had become rather warm in the house, however, so to cool off, to escape the heat of the room and clear her head, Jill went strolling in the grounds in the evening dusk for some air. Midway down the lawn, she was approached by Don, the stage manager, with a glass of wine in his hand. Don had always admired Jill's innocent beauty, speculating about her nakedness, as he stood in the wings of the theatre watching her on stage, longing to fondle her slender virgin body. She was really lovely! He got many an erection just ogling her! Now, seeing her walk alone down the garden, he decided to join her.

'Hello Jill. Enjoying your first after-show party?'

'Yes. It's good fun. Everyone's very kind to me. It's hot in there though.'

'Agreed. Let's take a stroll to the bottom of the garden and back.' He took her by the elbow.

'You'll go far, you know. Such a wonderful voice as yours, coupled with such beauty. That's rare.'

'Oh! You say that to all the girls, I'll bet.' Jill laughed lightly.

'Oh, no! You're special, you know. There's a great future for you if you stick at it. You must audition for the next show.'

'Oh, I intend doing that.'

They had reached the back fence where it was in the moonlight, the lights from the house not reaching that far. Don steered her behind a beech tree into the shadows. There, he put an arm round her and kissed her gently, still balancing the glass of wine.

'I've been wanting to do that for weeks!' he explained quietly.

Jill was surprised, but didn't pull away. She didn't think Don was like that, but she would get to learn that most men were! Jill enjoyed the feel of his moist lips on hers. She was fond of being kissed, and in her present state of arousal, it made her feel wanted. She knew that men wanted to touch her - she enjoyed their embraces. The fact that it was almost public increased the pleasure.

'You are extraordinarily beautiful,' he assured her in a whisper. 'Such wonderful eyes. I'm surprised you are out here alone.'

'Oh, I don't have a boyfriend, or anything like that.'

'That's a shame. No-one to share your beauty.'

'I prefer being a lone agent,' she told him, smiling sweetly into his eyes.

Encouraged by this, he swigged off the wine before kissing her again, a little firmer, his free hand caressing the swelling of her blouse. Finding no objection to his boldness, he slipped the hand up her blouse from the bottom, forcing the halter bra over the breast to fondle its naked softness. To his surprise and delight, Jill gasped heavily, wrapped her arms round him and returned his kiss with a murmur of pleasure.

Jill's nipple was responding to the touch of his fingers, sending trickling sensations deep into her loins. She loved such undivided attention, and she was so hot between her thighs. Don was a good-looking fellow, she thought. Probably twice her own age, with a wife no doubt looking for him in the house. But what the hell? Jill liked him a lot. He had been very helpful to every one as stage manager, giving an atmosphere of optimism and calm. And he was on the auditioning committee! She broke away from the embrace, taking his wine glass, dropping it on the grass.

She turned back to him, murmuring seductively 'Kiss me again, please. I like it!'

Needing no further words of encouragement, Don wound his arm round her, re-engaging with her soft breast. She smiled sweetly at him, held his face in her hands, and kissed him again, with eagerness. That did it! With his free hand, he lifted the side hem of her skirt, uncovering the lace-trimmed panties. Slipping his hand down the elasticated waist, over her smooth thigh, his fingers snaked between her thighs to the silky thatch of hair, to discover the hot labia, dripping wet and swollen! Jill murmured with undiluted pleasure and relief, as the touch on her fully erect clitoris triggered a flutter of excitement through her. That's just what she needed.

Don could not believe his luck! At forty years old, he never for one moment imagined Jill would fancy him, let alone kiss him. Yet here he was, actually feeling the warm, soft vulva of the gorgeous girl he lusted after. It was tender, warm and silky. And dripping with delicious juices. Extraordinary! Her secret passage was set a little higher than is usual for English girls, allowing exploring fingers easy access to its slick folds of soft flesh. She was very wet! She was very aroused. His mind was ablaze with hunger for this slender, frail young thing. His body was in a confusion of desire. His penis was at full stretch. He was desperate to mount her and penetrate that stunning vagina.

It was Jill's turn to explore. Grappling with the front of Don's trousers, she released the throbbing penis, impatient to handle it, to satisfy her curiosity. Still engaged in a passionate kiss, their mouths grinding together, Jill jerked the stiff cock avidly. It gave her a strange feeling of wickedness to be grappling with the cock of a man, whose unsuspecting wife was not far away. Taking someone else's property always thrilled her. It was a challenge for her. Gave her a sense of power over them. She knew he was desperate for her!

Giving vent to their passion, they masturbated each other feverishly, breathing hard into the other's mouth. Jill's furry friend was impatient, desperate for attention, on the verge of orgasm all evening, so that it was Jill who first reached her climax, with flexing loins, groans and eager whispers of 'I'm coming. I'm coming!' The anguish swept over her. 'Oh God! Yes, yes, yes!' She felt her vagina oozing with passionate release.


Sex and the Theatre Ch. 02



MARY

I

A highly regarded local actor, Mary was surprised, but pleased, that Peter had agreed to direct her in their next production at their small theater. A popular and well-known director, it was not where he usually directed. He was mainly to be found in the Regional Playhouse, where Mary only acted occasionally. She looked forward to working with him. After rehearsals, it became the regular thing for members of the cast, including the two of them to repair to the local hotel for a couple of drinks and a chat, before turning in for the night. Peter would then give her a lift to her home, where she lived with her widowed mother.

Mary knew he would eventually try to kiss her. Try to feel her up. That was his reputation. But she had other ideas. There was nothing wrong with Peter, she thought, and under other circumstances, she would have been flattered by his attention. But right now, she had no wish to become another of his well-known conquests, or become involved in a sexual intrigue. She would say a brief goodnight and get out as soon as the car stopped. Anyway, she was off sex at the moment.

This was not because there was a regular boy friend in Mary's life - there wasn't at the moment. She had finished with Bill some weeks earlier. He had done the dirty on her by arranging for his mates to shag her. Perhaps this was the problem. There had been four of them. At the end of her birthday party, everyone had gone home except Bill and four of his pals who were still drinking.

Mary had had a few drinks and was not really in control of herself. After saying 'goodnight' to most of her guests, she'd returned to the sitting room. Bill came across to her, put his arms round her and kissed her. 'Nice party, birthday girl,' he said. His hands were stroking her pert bottom, turning her on. Mary was already feeling rather sexy and unsteady. She kissed him back.

'Get rid of your pals,' she whispered in his ear, rubbing his crotch, 'and let's take advantage of mum being away for the night.' She could feel the shape of his half-stiff cock inside his trousers.

'Oh, they won't mind.' And he raised the hem of her skirt to stroke her bare thighs. The other men were watching with drinks in hand, and grins on their faces.

'Want any help, Bill?' one of them asked, crossing to the embracing couple.

'Maybe. She's got too many clothes on.' His hands were busy caressing her buttocks.

Before Mary could register what was happening, the one called Ralph came up behind her, quickly unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled it from her shoulders, over her arms, complete with bra straps.

'Hey!' she remonstrated, turning from Bill to face him. But her arms were trapped in the straps, with her breasts now in full view. They didn't require much support for they were not all that big. Petite was an apt description, but not so the brown hard nipples. They were stiff and swollen. Ralph gazed at them.

'Hmm! Quality rather than quantity!' He laughed, running the palms of his hands over them. 'Nice, Bill. Nice!' Mary trembled involuntarily at the touch of hands on her breasts.

From behind her, Mary felt her pants being pushed down her thighs, whilst a third person was now at her side, unzipping the waistband of her skirt. All of a sudden she was surrounded by these five men, stripping the clothes from her. In spite of her struggles, she was powerless to stop them. They pushed her, panting for breath after the struggle, over the arm of the sofa, her bottom fully exposed. It was then she became aware of being prodded between her thighs from behind. Mary stiffened and gasped with shock! It was a stiff cock nudging her!

Before Mary could react, strange hands had parted the thighs, and the cock had found its way between her willing labia, already wet from her earlier thoughts, already beginning to press its way into her hot vagina. There was no resistance from the well-lubricated passage. She was horrified by the way her body was welcoming the intruder.

'Stop it!' she croaked, trying to wriggle away, but without too much enthusiasm. She was in the grasp of strong men, and her body was receptive. The cock drove deep into her from behind. She struggled in vain, trying to over her shoulder. But Bill was just standing there, laughing at his mate, trousers round his ankles, shagging his girl friend.

'Go on Henry. Fuck her man! She loves it!'

Hands grappled with her breasts. Others pressed her thighs, pulling them apart. The cock was now thrusting into her hard and fast. She was exhausted with struggling, utterly bewildered by the speed of events. One minute she was embracing her boyfriend and the next she was being shagged by his friend! Her struggles had proved useless. The cock was being urged on. They were calling out words of encouragement.

Another of the men had sat himself on the sofa, legs apart beneath Mary's face. She watched with unbelieving fascination as he unzipped his flies, pulling out his hard penis. Oh God! Her eyes opened wide as she gazed on the stiff cock before them. Her mouth went dry as she studied the thickly veined shaft, foreskin retracted. His hand was on top of her head, pushing he face towards the cock. Her lips touched the helmet of his cock, mouth opening without her consciously thinking. The cock slid between her lips, filling her cheek, starting to slide in and out. She had only once sucked on a cock, many years ago, so the sensation was quite new to her. Unable to think straight, with a cock now filling the orifices at each end, she was only aware of being fucked in her vagina and her mouth. The guy on the sofa was grunting with pleasure. Mary's body was responding. Hips jerking and groin fluttering with pleasure.

'Gosh, Bill! Lovely cunt this!', she heard from the panting voice behind her, 'I could fuck it all day.'

'Well, tough!' It was Ralph. 'My turn now! Move over!'

'A minute,' gasped Henry. 'Hang on! I'm coming!' And his jerks got erratic. 

'Me too,' cried the guy on the sofa. With a loud gasp, a final lunge, Henry emptied his seed deep inside the welcoming, warm vagina, as the cock in Mary's mouth exploded, filling her cheeks with hot sperm.

Mary kept the cock in her mouth as she relaxed, feeling Henry withdraw. As the cock in her mouth softened, she had no real option but to swallow the mouth full of sperm, before catching her breath. But Henry's cock was quickly replaced by another, bigger cock. She gasped out loud, as her vagina was penetrated to the full. The cock began to thud into her with quick urgent thumps, to the sound of grunts of effort.

'No! No, please,' she wailed and writhed. But to no avail. The tall man, Billy, had come to the side of her head. He was a colored young man. His trousers were already unfastened, his ebony cock being tugged from the flies. Mary looked at it in dismay. Not yet fully erect, it was at still least eight inches in length.

'No, not that!' she howled, as Ralph humped and gasped, thumping into her, approaching his climax, the tension rising in his loins. Her own body was on fire as the black cock approached her face, inviting Mary to kiss and lick it. Her mind was in turmoil with uncertainly. She was eager for cock, yes, but not like this!

'Aw,' Bill sighed. 'You always said you'd like a big black cock. And I've brought you one. Go on Billy, give her a taste of your dick. On the floor.'

The cock pounding into her slipped out. Mary felt the warm splash of sperm over her buttocks. In spite of her disgust at the whole episode, her body was responding to the attention it was receiving. She moaned in dismay. Hands pulled her from the arm of the sofa onto her back on the rug. Her ankles were grasped on either side and roughly hoisted over her shoulders to flaunt her defenseless vulva to the greedy eyes of the five men.

'Wow! Take a look at that lovely peach! A real redhead!'

Ginger pubic hair - now darkened with sperm - covered her groin. The entrance to her secret passage yawned, the labia flapped open, inviting penetration.

'Ready and willing!'

As she looked down, Billy had dropped his trousers, and was presenting the head of his now fully erect cock to her pussy lips. Accompanied by a cheer from the others, he sank the huge shaft straight into the willing vagina as he fell on top of her. Mary felt a sharp sting as her labia stretched to their limit. She cried out for Bill to stop him. But he just laughed, watching the black shaft split her vagina, toying with his own cock sticking from his open flies. Then, he knelt beside her face, taking her head in his hands, turning it to face his cock, he pushed it between her lips, into her mouth. 

Billy was now humping her hard, grunting with each stroke, whilst Henry fucked her mouth, making her gag. The pain in her groin had gone. Only the wonderful feeling of being full of moving cock stuffing her vagina.

Then, with a great lunge, he pulled out from her, and Mary watched from the corner of her eyes as the end of his cock erupted. Several jets of sperm splashed over her face and breasts to the calls of hurrah from the others.

The sight was enough to trigger her boyfriend's ejaculation into her mouth, filling her cheeks with sticky starch for the second time, with a loud sigh.

'That was a great birthday present, Mary. Thanks!'

And Mary was forced to agree, in spite of the roughness and lack of tenderness. She was left lying on the floor, trickles of sperm on her breast and chin, her vulva oozing with the sperm trickling over her bottom. The men moved away, wiping their softening cocks with tissues, or whatever came to hand, before fastening up their trousers. They called out their goodnights and left. Including Bill, whilst Mary speculated on her experience of a gang bang. She only wished she could have concentrated more on the sheer excitement of having had four cocks inside her in the space of ten minutes. Though it had felt more like a lifetime! 

Still lying on the floor, exhausted, Mary cautiously placed her right hand between her legs, to feel the swollen lips, now covered in the moisture of her copious juices and the sperm. Unable to resist, her fingers explored, beginning to stimulate the erect clitoris. The pent up passion had filled her with an insatiable need. She masturbated hard and fast. Her body flexed and squirmed as the orgasm she had so desperately been craving, now rose to the fore. Groaning loudly, her mind crying out for cock, the orgasm came to the surface and jolted her body in a series of huge orgasmic spasms, the like of which she had never before experienced.

That was the last time she saw her boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend! She had phoned him, leaving a message on his answer phone, to tell him what she thought about him and that he was lucky she didn't go to the police.

II

So it was, that a few weeks later, sitting in the car with Peter, Mary was not really ready for more men groping her body - feeling her vulva. At least, that is what she told herself. But, to her surprise, Peter had made no attempt to handle her, after all! Perhaps he doesn't fancy me, she thought, or maybe his reputation is exaggerated.

For his part, Peter had been pleased and flattered, to be invited to direct Mary in a two-hander at her local theater. Never having worked with her before, he had watched her during rehearsals of a play at his own Theater group some weeks earlier, whilst stage managing. He was impressed by her dedication and ability. Though not a particularly physically attractive person, Peter thought Mary quiet and thoughtful. A new challenge for him!

During the early rehearsals, he became more interested in her, getting to know her better. They fairly soon began going for a drink in the local pub after rehearsals, with the other people involved. After last drinks, he would offer to drive her home. The thought of making passes at Mary crossed his mind, of course, but he was unsure whether or not she would object. She seemed a very private and reserved person. He didn't want to mess up their relationship, since they had to work together for some weeks yet. And, besides, he always took his time with any new acquaintance, weighing up his chances. Mary certainly had no reputation with men, so far as he knew. And his intelligence of these things was usually pretty good, even though she wasn't one of the regular Playhouse crowd! Maybe he would try his chances in a few days. Just a goodnight embrace and kiss, to see where it might lead. After all, his sex life was fairly uneventful at the moment, so a new interest would be more than welcome!

Peter drew up in the tree-lined road close to her house, in the shadow between two street lamps. He turned to smile at Mary. 'Goodnight Mary!' he said with his usual smile. The same as the several previous occasions.

Her eyes met his in the near darkness, reflecting the street lamp. As usual, she waited a brief moment for him to lean across and kiss her lips. But he had made no move towards her at all, let alone to take her in his arms. Mary was surprised and, to be truthful, a bit disappointed. Was it possible he didn't fancy her, after all, she wondered? So, okay, Mary was no raving beauty. Quite ordinary looking, in fact, and almost flat-chested. But Peter fancied everything in a skirt! At least, that was his reputation.

A little disappointed, she smiled back at him, and made as if to get out of the car by unfastening the car door handle. She hesitated before opening the door, then suddenly turned to lean across to him, to kiss him goodnight. Her lips lingered on his rather longer than she had intended, though.

Peter was quick to take advantage of the kiss. He read Mary's invitation in the gesture. Smiling inwardly, it was time to respond firmly, he decided! Before she could break away, his left hand had reached round her head, pressing her face into his. His tongue pushed between her lips, rubbing against her teeth. Almost without thinking, Mary parted her teeth to allow the tip of his tongue to press against her own. Mouths began to grind gently against each other, tasting, exploring. Peter always enjoyed that first kiss with a new woman. Relishing the different texture and taste of her lips, tinged with the taste of gin and tonic!

To her own surprise, Mary was becoming aroused against her inclination, and when she felt his other hand slip inside the top of her dress she had no means of preventing it. By the time she had closed the car door again, it was almost too late for her to put a restraining hand on his wrist. Peter's fingers had reached their goal. He made no attempt to force his hand any further into her bra. Instead, he gently caressed the stiffening nipple, whilst beginning to fondle her ear lobe as they kissed passionately and long. So he was interested after all. Maybe Mary was more relieved than she expected to be! So, she was attractive after all, she decided.

'Oh, what the hell!' she thought to herself, loosening the hold on his wrist, 'let him have a feel. Besides, it's nice!' Peter responded by sliding the hand over her small breast until it was cupped in his palm, thumb caressing the hardening nipple, sending ripples of delight through her. Yes! Mary enjoyed having her nipples fondled. Although smallish breasted, her areola swelled up like egg-cups, thrusting the sensitive nipple forward.

Encouraging Peter by returning the passion of his kisses, she pushed her tongue into his mouth. She realized that her body was beginning to respond with enthusiasm. Little shivers trickled through her belly. Mmmmm! Lovely! She knew her juices were starting to flow. It was sometimes an embarrassment to her that they were so copious. They didn't ooze. They trickled! She had to wear knickers with a specially padded gusset. In spite of earlier misgivings, her curiosity overcame her. Peter's cock was a legend among her acting friends, though she considered it all wishful thinking on their part! Even so, she couldn't resist sliding her hand casually across his thigh, reaching into his lap, to test the stiffness there, to squeeze the hardness beneath the fabric. Her fingers rested on the bulge, as though by accident.

My word! Yes! Proud and ready! So engrossed was she in the enjoyment of the sensation of fondling a hard cock again, that she hardly noticed her dress buttons being unfastened down the front. Whilst their mouths were still locked together, Mary felt a hand reach down the elastic top of her knickers, fingers snaking though the tangle of auburn curls below her navel. Even though her slender thighs were tightly closed, hunched up in the front seat of a car, a finger managed to push its way between them, pausing over her sensitive clitoris. An involuntary gasp escaped her at the touch, the muscles relaxing a little, before the finger slipped down to sample the honey dribbling from her aroused sex lips.

Peter can no longer be in any doubt that I'm fully aroused, she thought. Oh god! There's no way I can refuse this. Oh god! I'm going to come! The thighs convulsed, parting slightly to allow the hand easier admittance to the vulva. Peter could now press his hand between the trembling thighs, palm closing over the warm wetness, gently kneading the soft folds of her slippery vulva. By this time, Mary's own hand was pressing against the back of Peter's head, crushing her mouth passionately against his. Christ! I'm coming! Oh no! Her groin clenched and squirmed as the seeping honey washed over the fingers now gently kneading the hot flesh. Her body was suddenly gripped in he throes of an unexpected orgasm, releasing a flood of juices onto Peter's fingers.

For his part, Peter was pleasantly surprised at the softness of the labia and the unexpected intensity of Mary's reaction. He felt her body jolt, her eyes screwed up as though in pain, as his fingers were flooded with thick pussy juices. Gosh, he thought, she must have been more than ready for that. 

'Wow, Mary! That was wonderful.'

'Sorry,' she muttered between panting breaths. 'I couldn't help coming! But this is more ejaculate than usual.'

'Nonsense! I admire a lady whose enthusiasm is so prolific! Fantastic!'

He took his hand from her groin, lifting it to his face. In the dim light, he could see the glistening coating of juice on his fingers. Curiosity overcoming him, he pushed the fingers into his mouth to lick away the thick coating of vaginal honey, delighting in its distinctive taste. No two women tasted exactly the same. He wanted to share it with Mary, kissing her on the lips, finding her tongue.

Encouraged by the sharing of her juices, Mary felt a desperate need to grasp Peter's bare cock. Fumbling at the opening of the trouser flies, she found the top of the zip to slide it open. Her eager fingers groped into the opening, urgently, searching for the waistband of Peter's underwear. Dragging it down, her hand reached the hot stiffness. 'Oh my God!' she thought. 'Oh shit!' Impatient fingers squeezed the tip, spreading the globule of moisture, which had formed there, before wrapping round the shaft to begin a rapid pumping action. She pressed it in her palm, digging her fingers into the hard flesh. Her fingers and thumb could hardly encircle the girth of the shaft.

She was now so desperate for cock, that from her initial unwillingness, Mary was now like a tigress. The weeks of abstinence since her last sexual encounter, had made her need all the greater. Her passion was roused to the limit. She muttered and gurgled into his mouth thrusting her tongue deep into mouth, darting it in and out as if her tongue was fucking it. Peter spread his thighs wide, thankful for the column-change, giving Mary unimpeded access to his genitals. Having succeeded in unfastening all the buttons of her dress, he pushed the top from her shoulders, revealing the white bra. From the right cup Mary's breast spilled over, the stiff dark nipple protruding. Peter ended the long intense kiss, transferring his lips to the engorged nipple. As he fastened onto it, Mary's head fell back in elation, a deep groan escaping her lips.




Sex and the Theatre Ch. 02



Peter's other hand had returned to her loins, pushing her soaking knickers down over her hips, his fingers dripping again with her free-flowing juices, teasing the clitoris, caressing the folds of the labia. Mary maintained the frantic jerking of his cock until Peter felt the excitement rising in his loins. Oh shit! He wanted to hold back, but he knew he was going to explode any minute. Managing to twist his hips, he managed to thrust his penis over Mary's navel just as the dam burst. With a lunge, the sperm erupted into the tousled ginger curls covering her groin, mixing with her won juices.

Mary looked down to watch the gushing, erect cock thrust against her groin, the head pushing at her clitoris. The white sperm splashed onto the ginger curls of her pubic mound. Feeling the warm liquid spill into her skin was enough to bring about another small climax. She gave a muffled cry, reaching her hand over her vulva, as the orgasm slammed into her. Her hips jerked and thrashed about until the spasms subsided. Her hand softly rubbed Peter's sperm over her wet genitals, feeling the slippery texture.

Peter rolled back into his seat, recovering his breath. Mary opened her eyes to watch the proud cock begin to soften slightly. It was a handsome sight, stained with his sperm. I need to taste that, she thought, leaning across him. Mary dropped her head into his lap, taking the still partially engorged shaft into her mouth. The tangy taste of his sperm aroused her taste buds. She kissed and licked the cock with great affection, teasing it back to its former stiffness. 'Oh God! I love cock, she thought. Realization dawned on her. She wanted to feel this handsome example inside her vagina. Her secret channel of pleasure was crying out to be penetrated. Peter was lightly stroking her vulva and clitoris, now sticky with his sperm and Mary's own juices.

Guessing Mary's yearning for cock, any cock, Peter rolled her back into her seat, before getting his legs kneeling between her spread thighs. Her vulva was open and vulnerable, its fleshy secrets in full sight. She made no effort to stop him as he positioned the end of his fully erect penis between her eager labia. Nudging them apart, he placed the end into the mouth of her vagina, pausing to relish the blissful joy of entering a warm, honeyed passage of delightful secret flesh for a first time. A little whimper escaped Mary, hinging her thighs as wide as she could get them. With a feeling of supreme elation, Peter slowly and firmly slid his stiff shaft deep into the eager orifice, it muscles clutching at it as he pushed his way to the fullest extent into the wonderful secret passage of this delectable female

Mary moaned with undiluted pleasure as she felt the warm column slip into the welcoming folds, stretching them, the free flowing juices lowering any resistance to its journey to the depths of her femininity. As the cock began to slide in and out, with deep thrusts, her moans became more intense. 

'Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me!' Peter rode her hard. 'Don't stop. Oh God! Don't stop!' 

Eventually, with the constant massaging of her vagina by the hard cock thrusting in and out, Mary's felt her loins starting to boil over once again. They twitched and heaved. She knew she was about to come again. It was a superb feeling. And it was growing. Growing! The intensity began to spread though her whole body. That fantastic ecstatic agony as the orgasm eluded reaching its climax, the pain only a woman knows.

The need became so demanding that Mary had to claw at her clitoris with her fingers, desperately trying to bring the waves of agonizing delight, from the very depths of her being, to the square centimeter under her fingers. The cock ploughed into her without mercy, now battering her depths. It was glorious! It was why she lived! To be fucked hard. Nothing else in life mattered anymore - only the sheer ecstasy of being fucked. Her own slender hips had started to lurch up and down on the invading shaft, groin thudding against groin. Her swollen labia clutching eagerly at the stiffness. 'Don't stop!' she moaned. 'Don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!'

Suddenly, Mary felt the volcano quickly stirring. From the pit of her belly, the eruption came to life. Then, suddenly, with an almighty crash, it struck her. Her thighs jolted and lurched. She screamed her release as the lava exploded time and again, swamping all other feelings. She was breathless with the sheer intensity of it.

Peter's tension had also mounted in rhythm with Mary's. Her dramatic performance had far outdone any other previous lovers' he had shared, and spurred his imagination, though he knew there was no acting involved in Mary's display. It was, he was led to believe, usually the quiet ones with hidden depths. Mary's cry of orgasmic release triggered his own, as the sperm burst from his cock into the depths of her soft vagina. 

As they relaxed, quietly recovering from the effort, Mary suddenly realized, in a perverse sort of way, that she had secretly enjoyed the gang-bang she had some weeks ago. She could not live without sex. As Peter withdrew from her, she leaned over his lap to kiss his cock, and fondle it with her lips, suckle it in her mouth, before reluctantly pulling Peter's underwear over it.

'That was great.' she said, in an understatement. 'I hope I didn't embarrass you.'

'It's you that was great Mary. Wonderful in fact. It's been quite a while since I came twice!'

'Here's to the next time,' Mary smiled, as she buttoned up her dress, put her shoes back on, and stuffed her pants in her bag.

'Can't wait,' Peter admitted, struggling into his trousers.

'Thank you, darling.' she leaned over, giving Peter a quick kiss on the lips before getting out of the car.

In bed that night, she relived all the recent events as she gently masturbated herself to sleep. She visualized the cocks that had penetrated her, that had erupted over her, had conquered her. There was nothing for it, Mary thought, drifting into sleep. She would have to find another man. Someone to fill her vagina with delightfully thick, solid cock. She thought she knew where to find him.

Meantime, she would have Peter again and again until the end of the performances.



Sex and the Theatre Ch. 03



JILL AGAIN

I

Jill and Rod were a bit breathless, crouching behind his car parked alongside the grass verge in the far corner of the car park. It was late evening, but high summer so that there was still light in the sky. As a pointless joke, they were hiding from friends they had just left in the clubhouse at the end of the evening.

Jill's heart was knocking at her ribs with the excitement, coupled with the exercise of running across the park. She could hear John's voice in the distance.

'Where the dickens have Rod and Jill got to? They were with us only a minute ago.'

'His car's still over there. They must still be in the club.' That was Paula's voice Jill could hear. She giggled, hot and still panting a bit. A bit sweaty!

'Oh, come on! Let's go.'

As Jill was listening to the sound of a car door opening, she was taken aback by Rod putting an arm round her waist, reaching over to kiss her. After a brief moment of surprise, still giggling, she let him, even returning the kiss - which became rather prolonged. Floating across the park were calls of 'Goodnight' from Harry, who lived close enough to walk home. 

The kiss developed into mutual nibbling of lips. Hmmm! Nice!

When Jill heard a car motor starting up, she knew they were safe from discovery. She put her hand behind Rod's neck to continue the kissing of a more serious nature, slipping her tongue between his lips. It was then that she felt his other hand reach up her blouse to cup her left breast, slightly damp with perspiration. Her body gave a slight shudder of approval. The kiss became more passionate.

With it being a warm evening, Jill had not tucked her blouse into her skirt, leaving it hanging loose, and had decided not to wear her bra, so that there were no barriers to Rod's snooping hand. She had full, self-supporting breasts with outstanding nipples, which had caused something of a sensation in the bar earlier.

She made no attempt to stop him. She was feeling a bit reckless, and didn't care. Besides, it was too late she convinced herself. Jill had been flirting with her eyes at him all evening, so it was hardly surprising he would try to feel her up. And she really enjoyed having her breasts fondled - and by a strange hand, it was all the more exciting. It generated that wonderful warm feeling in her loins, bubbling over in her vulva. Jill had a sneaking attraction towards Rod, who was an outgoing, amusing - if loud - person.

Rod had the self-confidence of a guy with a large prick. They knew they were a bit special. Jill had been told by Pru that Rod had such a piece of male equipment. So, although feeling slightly guilty, she welcomed the feel of Rod's roving hand on her breasts, wondering why he had left it so late to try to feel her.

'What absolutely beautiful breasts,' Rod murmured into her mouth. 'Stunning!'

They had been rehearsing that evening for a musical they were all taking part in. The rehearsal was for principals only, but, as usual, they all met up in the club bar for a few drinks afterwards. Jill and Rod were playing opposite each other in the musical, whilst John and Paula were helping with props. Pru and Alan were also involved in the chorus, whilst Diana was involved with wardrobe, though, like Alan, was not with them on this particular night. The four couples were close friends.

On this particular evening, Alan was away on business, leaving Jill on her own for three nights, which was rather a long absence for both of them. The two of them were highly sexed and usually fucked each day. When Alan was away, they would speak on the phone for half an hour or so, whispering sexy things to each other, sometimes leading to a mutual masturbating session whilst listening to their grunts and whimpers, encouraging the other to an orgasm.

This particular evening, Alan had phoned a little before Jill was ready to go out. Her best friend, Pru had arrived to baby sit for Jill, whilst she rehearsed. Jill had teased Alan about the firm's secretaries, since this was the evening of their annual party. There would be food and wine, a little dancing and, perhaps an odd grope. She wound him up by admitting that she would be going to rehearsal wearing very little on such a warm evening - which would almost certainly turn on the men.

'You get them all wound up darling!' he told her.' Then tell me all about it when I get home.'

'I will, darling. Believe me. Have fun!' 

Pru commented on Jill's attractive appearance. 'John will be salivating when he catches sight of your boobs!' she laughed. 'Maybe my husband as well!' 

Jill laughed. Harry was a dark horse, the one member of the group who was not involved in the drama, but went along to support his wife. 'Help yourself to wine. There's a bottle open. Shouldn't be back late.'

'Take your time darling.' And Jill left the house feeling very sexy.

As a matter fact, all the other three men in their group fancied Jill; which was not surprising, since she was very attractive, a slender 5'6" with an elegant deportment and a ready infectious laugh. Without his wife being there, Rod was particularly attentive to Jill this evening, sitting beside her. But it was John who could hardly keep his eyes away from the shadow of her nipples pushing against the fabric of the blouse. Rod had pulled his leg about it.

'Hey, John! It's rude to stare - even if they are worth staring at.'

'You men,' Paula had said. 'All you think about is sex!'

'And why not? It makes the world go round!'

'What would you think if I stared a your crotch openly?'

'Hey! I'd think - I'll be alright tonight!' was John's retort. They laughed.

'But I have to say, Jill, they do look particularly succulent,' was Rod's opinion.

'I know you'd like to get your hands on them, but just drink your beer and mind your own business, ' Paula told him.

'Chance would be a fine thing.'

Jill threw her head back and laughed, allowing her breasts to push against the fabric of the blouse throwing the nipples into even further relief. Her husband jokingly called then organ stops. During warm weather, when shopping on a Saturday morning, Jill would be without a bra beneath her white cotton blouse, allowing her prominent, dark nipples to stand out against the fabric. Alan encouraged her in doing this, enjoying watching the reaction of the other male shoppers when they noticed her prominent buds.

So this was a deliberate move on Jill's part to tease the men. She enjoyed the feeling of power over them, egging them on by offering them a glimpse of her feminine charms. John managed to move casually behind Jill's seat so that he could glance down the top of her blouse in the hope of catching a better view of those tantalizing swellings.

But Jill knew what John was up to, and laughed even more, twisting her head round to give a knowing look to his wife, Paula, aware that her blouse would fall open sufficiently for her right nipple to be visible to John, looking over her shoulder. The thought of him getting wound up looking at her nipple gave her a kick.

All the men fancied Jill; but then they fancied all the wives really. And, if the truth were known, all the wives fancied the other men - Pru had pressed the stiffness of them all at one time or another, and was particularly attracted to Jill's husband, Alan. She had admitted as such to Jill, who found it amusing. They had few secrets from each other. Whilst Pru couldn't compete with Jill in the breast department, she was equally sexy. Like Jill, she quite fancied Rod, having recently enjoyed a mutual encounter with him at a party - though it was confined to hands only. She admitted to Jill having allowed Rod to fondle her bottom and press her breasts. Whilst kissing, Pru had fingered the shape of Rods erect cock in his trousers, feeling it twitch. She was impressed; curious to have a closer inspection sometime in the near future.

John in particular, now gazing longingly down Jill's blouse at those superb breasts, drooled over her. He had even suggested a wife swap, or foursome, to Alan who had laughed off the idea at he time. He had asked Paula later if she approved of her husband's suggestion, to be told that she'd even allow John to stray, if she could enjoy a session of sex with Alan. Alan wasn't sure if she was teasing, but made a mental note to try her out sometime.

When closing time came, all except Rod and Jill disappeared into the toilets, leaving Rod and Jill alone.

'Come on,' he suddenly took Jill's hand. 'Let's run off and hide from them.'

Rather than ask why, Jill said nothing, but ran down the corridor silently with him, breasts bouncing, and out of the front door. They sprinted across the car park to Rod's Rover, ducking down behind it, giggling. Jill, a little out of breath, peered round the front of the bonnet.

'Shh!' she hissed, giggling. 'They're coming!'

And to Jill's surprise, Rod had taken advantage of the situation by touching her breasts and kissing her on the mouth. Which of course, had been his plan all along. Seeing her nipples straining against her blouse whilst they were in the bar, had determined him to get his hands on them, use the opportunity whilst Alan was away. Rod suspected that Jill was inviting him to fondle them. Getting no brush off, Rod took the left breast in the palm of his hand, as if weighing it. And now he was fondling them! It was all much easier than he had anticipated. They were all he had expected. And more! Softly textured skin, with firm, large nipples. 

Jill gasped in surprise, but made no effort to remove his hand.

'Stunning!' he repeated, exploring their texture and firmness.

'Yes, well. Now you've had your feel, shouldn't we be going?' but Jill made no move to stand up. She was enjoying the caresses and was, in fact, wondering what the state of Rod's cock would be. Pru had confided having giving it a casual stroke to her and being impressed by its quality. Jill wondered whether this was her chance to discover for herself. She had had enough to drink to abandon any false modesty. Besides, if Rod could feel her boobs, she could feel his cock. Only fair. And she was a cockaholic, after all. Couldn't get enough of them in her younger days.

"What's the hurry? Rod was whispering. 'Alan's away and Diana's at her Mother's. We have all night.' Rod had no intention of letting this opportunity go by without making full use of his advantage and enjoy feeling Jill's softest centers.

Whilst considering her response, still squatting on her heels, having her neck and earlobes nibbled, Jill never considered how vulnerable her vulva was. Beneath the wide wrap-round skirt, she was wearing only loose silk French knickers. Jill liked to wear expensive, attractive underwear against her loins. But these did little to protect her genitals against invasion. And invaded they were.

Rod's other hand slid quickly under her skirt from behind, over her taught buttocks to cup Jill's soft hair-covered secret entrance in his palm. He had reasoned that she had not repulsed his exploration of her tits, so it was worth trying to get into her silk knickers. Before Jill could prevent it, the thick, well-endowed vulva with its fleshy inner lips, nestled into his palm, spreading its abundant honey, enjoying the attention.

Jill's aroused vulva was well covered with a mat of dark hair, spreading into her inner thighs and peaking to her belly button. Its over-generous inner lips hung low from the clitoral hood, flanking the trickling vaginal opening, their warm, fleshy folds resembling small wrinkled grapes.

'You bugger!' she scolded, wriggling, but without dislodging his hand. 'That bit's private. Well, apart from Alan, of course.'

'What? Such a marvelous piece of woman you have there - so succulent and soft - so wonderful - and you want to keep it private? Shame on you!'

'You have Diana's to play with.'

'Yes, but yours is so attractive, so different.'

'Maybe! But you'd find any woman's fanny attractive.'

'Besides, yours is ready, willing and able. It's soaking.'

'What do you expect. It's being stimulated. Anyway, it usually is. I'm permanently wet. So stop it!' But she didn't mean it, and Rod knew she was only going through the polite remonstrations. He pressed her down with his other hand as he started to fondle the soft, plump vulva, swollen with desire, his fingers pressing up against her erect clitoris. She was very, very sexy. She was very, very receptive.

'Stop it, Rod!' Jill protested, toppling over sideways in the struggle. Rod leaned over her, his hand still clutching her most secret part.

'Can't I share it. Just for tonight? Can I have Alan's share?'

'No!' But Jill was unable to prevent his prying fingers from exploring her generous labia, feeling their fleshy folds. 

'Besides, it's nor fair on Alan or Diana.' Jill was surprised by the hoarse nature of her voice. She was clearly confused by her eagerness. She was torn between her desire to be faithful to Alan and her desire to enjoy the sensation between her legs, being felt and caressed.

'They won't know, will they? And your body tells me it would like to share its secrets with mine.'

What the hell, Jill thought. What's a feel between friends? Besides, it feels good. She sighed. After all, it's what she was had been wanting ever since she spoke on the phone with her husband. Though with Alan, rather than some other man. Rod had been provocative during the rehearsal, kissing her rather more passionately than the play called for, whispering how she turned him on - how gorgeous she looked - how soft her skin. Generally chatting her up

So, she had spent the whole evening during rehearsals on the edge of stimulating thoughts, eager for Alan to get home and screw her hard. And here she was, being felt up by his friend instead. And, what's more, enjoying it!

'We shouldn't really,' she said thickly. But without conviction. The teasing fingers, now playing with her stiff clitoris, causing her loins to jerk and squirm, were in no mood to be refused this attention. She would have to stop him right now, otherwise what was left of her resolve would be gone. Jill's inner muscles were flexing with anticipation, dilating and contracting the puckered vaginal opening in rhythmic spasms. She wanted to get home to her bed so that she could masturbate, to release the sexual tensions.

In an attempt to push him from her, Jill put her hand on Rod's thigh, only to find it resting on his hardened cock, straining at the leg of his shorts. Her mouth dried up. She hadn't really intended this - nor expected to contact his cock. Rod would believe, of course, that she'd done it deliberately. But, to her shame, she didn't take it away. It was too interesting. 

II

Jill had an insatiable fascination for cocks. Having a brother two years her senior, she had been familiar with the essential part of the male anatomy for as long as she could remember. But it wasn't until she had joined the local Gilbert and Sullivan Society that she finally played with a cock herself. One of the older members gave her a lift to rehearsals in his car and, when she got to know him better, he promised he would get her a solo part in the next show if she were good to him. Being good, she found, meant pushing her hand into his trousers and playing with his cock, which was usually already stiff with anticipation, rubbing it up and down until it ejaculated in her hand.

After overcoming her nervousness, she did as he asked. This was the very first cock she had felt; her first experience of sperm, which she found strangely exciting. She began to enjoy playing with it. Though not getting the part in the show at the time, Jill did get an appetite for cock.

There had been many cocks since those early years. It had been with some surprise, and absolute delight, that Jill discovered that each cock was a little different from the rest. Since her first real fuck on the settee of her first leading man's place, each encounter with a cock was a new thrilling discovery.

So, when Jill had first agreed to have a pub lunch with Alan, she thought he would drive her onto the moors for kisses and caresses, expecting her to play with his penis whilst he felt her fanny. But that was not the case. He never touched her! They just chatted, getting to know each other until time for him to go to a meeting

It was on their second date that he slid his hand into her blouse during a prolonged kiss. His fingers touched her skin with a soft delicacy, making her shiver with excitement, raising goose pimples on her arms. Exhilarating! As they kissed, the smell of his skin excited her curiosity about his body. She wanted him naked in her arms. But no!

Most men couldn't wait to scoop a woman's breast into their hand, rubbing it as if trying to polish it. But Alan kept her waiting before reaching inside her blouse with sensitive fingers. With their sensitive tips, they traced the contours of the breast, exploring, touching her nipples gently, sending rippling waves of delight through her whilst bringing the teat to its swollen hardness. So delicate was the touch that the rippling current she felt, reached her clitoris, triggering a mild orgasm. Her vagina was flooding! But that was all he ventured on that second date. She was beginning to wonder if he didn't find her attractive after all.

On the third lunch date, as they started their kissing, Alan lingered rather longer in fondling her breasts, bringing her to a peak of anticipation. Jill inhaled his fragrance with joy. When his other hand reached up the hem of her dress, she sighed with relief. At last! The fingertips stroked her inner thigh as lightly as a feather, exploring the soft texture of her skin, sending flutters of excitement though her loins. Jill was becoming over excited, wanting his fingers to explore further. But he was taking his time. Gradually, his hand reached the gusset of her knickers, teasing the silky-soft hair surrounding the vulva. She gasped, thrilled with anticipation. This was it! Jill was wearing her favorite silk open-leg knickers, offering free access to what was within them, so that Alan's fingers had no obstacle to reaching Jill's soft labia. So very wet. 

Jill was over the moon! Lost in sexual exhilaration. She murmured with pleasure as she wriggled her loins. 'At last!' she whispered to him, 'I was beginning to wonder if you would ever want to feel me properly. What was the delay?'

'It is so much more thrilling if you have to wait a while. I didn't want to rush you, Jill. Make you think that's all I want from you.'

'Well, it probably is. It's all I want from you right now, anyway!'

'Good! You have a fantastic body!'

'God! You had me begging for it.' And she gasped with the thrill of his touch.

'You're wearing the right underwear - feeler friendly!'

'Are you complaining?' she muttered, her lips pecking at his. 'Come on. Stop pussy footing. Feel me properly!' 

Returning to the kiss, Alan's fingers explored the most secret center of Jill's body, fingering every crevice, every fold of warm flesh, discovering the delights of her entire vulva, to her utter ecstasy. Fabulous!

Reaching into Alan's lap, Jill's hand encountered the hard outline of his penis. She stroked it gently with one finger, before taking the tab of the zip fastener between her thumb and forefinger to slowly open it. With a feeling of breath-taking anticipation, her fingers sneaked inside the open trousers and touched the bare skin of the shaft. With a dry mouth, Jill's hand curled round the cock. It was her turn to discover Alan's centerpiece and explore its texture, length and girth, whilst her loins were on fire with the flames of lust and passion.

It was what she expected. Hard, firm and straight! And throbbing! Oh God! She loved cock. Could hardly get enough. And this was a beauty. Well, they all were, but the one in hand is always the best of the time.




Sex and the Theatre Ch. 03



Where they were parked did not allow Alan the pleasure of mounting the willing Jill - of penetrating the eager entrance to her supreme private place. That would have to wait for another time. They had to make do with manual manipulation until Jill could no longer withhold the blast off of her orgasm. It came from deep within her, erupting like a volcanic eruption!

Of the men Jill had allowed to feel her, she found that Alan was the only one who really knew how to give her a satisfactory orgasm without her help. A subtle mixture of fingering the labia, reaching fingers into the vaginal folds, and stimulating the clitoris by small circular motions, varying the rhythm, increasing the pressure and urgency at just the right time. Building up tensions on top of tensions. He brought her off magnificently that first time - the first of many.

Before being taken back to her work, Jill watched as her jerking hand brought Alan's cock to an exploding ejaculation into her handkerchief. She knew there and then that that this was to be the only cock she wanted for the rest of her life.

But she reckoned without the one she was now feeling. Rod's felt so very good. A wonderful specimen. It would be a good thing to recall as she played with herself in bed that night. Besides, she hadn't felt another cock since she took up with Alan, all those years ago.

That wasn't quite true. There was the episode with the young man in the park, some years ago now, shortly after the birth of her son.

III

Close to where they were living at the time was a small park where Jill often took her baby in the pram during fine weather for a morning stroll. It would usually get him off to sleep after his feed. She would take a book, sit on a bench in a secluded part of the park, and read for half-an-hour whilst the baby slept. It was usually a quiet park, particularly on a week-day morning.

On a particular, warm sunny morning, she was sitting reading a book of erotic tales by Anais Nin. Deep into the story of illicit love and intrigue in the parks of Paris, Jill was brought back to reality by a voice interrupting her erotic thoughts

'Er... excuse me... I wonder...?'

Jill looked up, raised her dark glasses to her forehead to see the young man standing in front of her. He was tall, slim, clean-shaven, with open-neck shirt and buff-colored slacks. She remembered having seen him around several times. Jill tilted her head to one side and smiled at him. He was quite attractive, she thought.

'I wonder of you'd mind me sitting with you?'

'Why?' she asked. 'There are plenty of empty benches around.'

'Well... I'd like a chat, that's all. I'm rather lonely and... '

Jill thought this rather curious, but indicated the bench beside her. He sat down on her right. They looked in each other's face. He looked earnest, with kind blue eyes and unruly blonde wavy hair.

'What do you want to chat about?'

'Oh... nothing in particular. I've watched you for several days now... and I think you're very attractive.' He blurted it out. Jill burst out laughing at his lack of subtlety.

'Are you trying to get off with me?'

The young man blushed and stuttered. 'Er... well, you look so peaceful, alone with your child, and me... well, I'm very shy and have no friends...'

'What? No friends at all? Surely...'

'No. And tomorrow I go to London with a new job, so unless I plucked up courage to talk to you today, I would never get another chance.'

Jill thought it all sounded innocent and honest enough. But still wondered at his real motive. She decided to ask him outright.

'Why do you want to talk to me? I'm an ordinary housewife - may be even old enough to be your mother. A good-looking young man like you should have a girlfriend to keep you company.'

He laughed. 'Me? No. I don't have a girlfriend. I've never had one. Never even kissed a girl.'

It was Jill's turn to laugh. 'My goodness. How old are you, if you don't mind my asking?'

'Nineteen.'

Jill laughed again. 'You really must be shy to have reached the age of nineteen and never even kissed a girl.'

'They just laugh at me. Because I'm so shy and blush so easily' he said, his cheeks turning scarlet. 'You see what I mean.'

Jill laid her hand on his in a gesture of sympathy.

'Yes, girls at that age can be very cruel. Never mind. One day, you'll find a nice girl to care for you. And even kiss you.' And on the spur of the moment she leaned across to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. 'Like that!'

He rubbed his cheek with his finger-tips. 'And will she let me touch her, do you think?'

'Why? How do you mean, touch?'

'I've never touched a woman in my life, or been touched by one for that matter. Not where it matters, I mean. Except for my mother, of course, when I was very young.'

'Hey, just a minute. Should we be talking together like this? Strangers? Talking about intimate physical contact?'

'Perhaps because we are strangers gives me the courage to be open and honest with you.'

For some reason Jill never understood, after a quick look round to make sure there was no-one around, she took the young man's hand in hers and put it down the top of her dress onto her left swollen breast, holding it there. She was feeling adventurous and wicked. 

Lust was never far away from Jill's thoughts at the best of times, and breast-feeding always increased her sexual desire. Having just fed her baby before taking her walk, and being absorbed in an erotic tale by Anais Nin, she was feeling warm and runny inside already. And the poor young man had never fondled a woman's flesh. At nineteen! She felt sorry for him and daring! She'd soon put that right.

'Is that where it matters?' she smiled encouragingly.

With eyes opening wide, the young man was speechless. He was too stupefied to blush, gazing at his hand inside a woman's dress - fondling her full breast. Although that's what he wished for, it was certainly more than he could have hoped for.

'Go on, feel it properly!' she urged him.

He slid the palm of his hand into the bra, over the thick, swollen nipple, engorged with milk. He was in heaven. Jill smiled at his obvious unexpected delight. She looked down at his slacks. There was the telltale bulge against the right thigh. His penis was obviously aroused. She placed her palm over it lightly adding more astonishment to the young man's face.

'And is that where it matters?' she asked, rubbing her palm lightly over the bulge. 'It certainly seems to thinks so.'

The look of astonishment never left his face as, with her other hand, Jill slowly unbuttoned the top of her dress and unhooked the front catch of her bra, allowing the full breasts to swing free, the large nipples jutting out in all their glory. As she was doing this, she unzipped the front of his slacks, reaching inside to locate the stiff cock. After squeezing it gently, Jill eased it out of its confines. She was eager to set her eyes on yet another strange cock.

'There! I shall be the very first woman to touch your cock. Let's take a look.'

As the young man feasted his eyes on her magnificent breasts, holding her breath, Jill studied the long stiff cock she was holding in her hand. A pool of liquid had gathered in the puckered end of the foreskin. She pulled the membrane back to allow the pearl to trickle down the underside of the shaft. Mmmm. Lovely! Holding it between thumb and index finger, Jill studied the penis, as she gently slid the skin up and down.

'Here we go,' she thought. 'I'm back on cock worship! Beautiful!'

It was, she guessed, regulation length of around six inches, though rather slender, with very pale skin laced with feint blue and vermilion veins. An elegant cock in fact. The head was pointed - not particularly large - and pink rather than vermilion. Speculating on the purpose of this stiff thrilling piece of man, gave Jill those familiar, pleasant flutters in her loins. Being unused to this kind of attention, however, it soon became clear to her that the young man's loins were beginning to boil over already, starting to twitch uncontrollably.

The young man had his eyes screwed tight shut, gasping, head thrown back and loins tense. He grunted and his loins lurched as Jill bent her head over his lap to take the cock in her mouth, in time to catch the first jet of sperm the cock spat out. With her lips gripping the shaft, she bobbed her head up and down on it in rhythm with her hand, taking several more spurts into her cheeks until the spasms finished. This was wonderful, she thought. Lovely cock! Lovely sperm! And a virgin as well! Gosh! How lucky can you get?

With a contented smirk, satisfied that the eruptions had finished, she swiped her lips over the shaft as she withdrew it, sitting up with an impish look. Sperm trickled from the corner of her mouth as she swallowed the young man's emission.

'Quick! Put it back before anyone sees us,' she urged him, looking round as she hooked her bra back in position, and buttoned up the dress as she stood.

The young man opened his eyes, looking dazed, hurrying to return the softening cock to its place inside the slacks. She smiled down at him.

'There! Is that the kind of experience you've been missing?' Then, taking his hand in hers, she steered it up the hem of her dress, into her knickers, pressing it against the soft sopping wet genitals. This was for her own pleasure rather than his. She needed to feel a man's hand pressing against her swollen, sensitive vulva. She was desperate for cock! But a hand would have to do. Any strange hand! Her loins were on fire.

'Feel! Quickly!'

The clumsy hand fumbled against the slippery gash, encased in rough hair, with Jill rubbing it urgently up and down her crack, guiding his finger inside the passage. A sudden quick orgasm rippled through her before she pulled away from him, smoothing down the dress.

'Good luck with the new job,' she muttered quickly. Breathing heavily, Jill pushed the pram away from the bench. She didn't look round, but went straight home, where she put the baby to her beast and masturbated vigorously as her infant suckled her, until her stomach twisted and knotted into a tight peak before finally exploding, to give her a shattering release.

She hadn't even asked his name. But what did that matter. His cock was all she wanted.

Right now, lying sideways on the grass, knees up to her chest, all her resolve vanished. Jill was not thinking of the young man in the park. Her only thought was to get her hand on this hard cock. She reached up the leg of Rod's shorts to search for the stiff shaft she had touched on the outside. When her hand encountered the puckered end of the penis, filled to the brim with his juices, she decided that she must have time to examine this wonderful piece of manhood, designed for women's delight.

Rolling over to face him, Jill pushed Rod on to his back and, kneeling beside him, quickly unclasped the waistband, unzipping the shorts. Leaning on one elbow, Rod's right hand renewed its contact with Jill's delicious labia, encouraging the flow of more personal honey, whilst his lips fastened onto her right nipple.

But Jill's interest was fixed on the mighty cock that came into view in the dusk of the evening. She gasped with delight. It was bursting at full stretch, a good seven inches long with a pronounced sideways bend. Exquisite! The penis had always fascinated her since her first encounter with one all those years ago. She held it lightly with both hands, marveling at its sheer arrogance and craggy beauty. No wonder Rod had lots of self-confidence. Here it was, in his shorts!

Rod was certainly proud of his cock. He shared it out around with as many women as possible! And none of them had complained about the quality. Apart from his wife, Diana, he had a very randy mistress whom he regularly shared with a friend in boisterous threesomes. His biggest boast was that could fuck and ejaculate three times without stopping or losing his erection. 

The cock swelled out in mid-shaft, tapering to a point at the head. Heavily pronounced veins scattered across the surface, making it a rugged-looking piece of hard muscle, though the rim of the glans itself was not very pronounced, nor was it a particularly large head. Thinking back, as she studied it with serious fascination, Jill remembered having only once seen a similar shaped penis. Several years ago.

IV

Frank was her boss for a few months when Jill and Alan were going through some financial difficulties. Jill was a good professional secretary, and her looks were a distinct advantage to Frank whose clients were only too pleased to look her up and down as she served them coffee in his office. They would comment on what a lucky devil he was to have such a beauty to serve him.

As usual in any office environment, sexual innuendo was rife, with the men lusting after the secretaries - and vice versa in some cases. It was soon made clear to Jill that her boss was hungry for her. When the rest of the staff realized this, they retreated from her, leaving the field clear for Frank. He was a handsome, distinguished-looking man in his late forties, Tall, clean-shaven, well dressed.

Jill wondered why he fancied her, when his wife was an elegant lady with style, most men's idea of a perfect sex partner. For some unknown reason, she seemed to encourage people to confide in her. They told her the most intimate details about their lives. It was surprising how many secrets were locked away in her memory. During one of those conversations following a few drinks after work, Frank had exchanged thoughts with her. Jill realized that he was not getting his conjugal rights at home. Sleeping in twin beds kept the married couple apart and his wife repelled his sexual advances until he felt that there was no purpose in trying any more.

'She finds sex repulsive and nauseating,' he had told her. 'She pampers her own body, soaking in the bath for ages. I'm sure she masturbates for her own pleasure - as I have to for mine.' He smiled ruefully.

It surprised Jill that he should open up such personal thoughts to her. Did her expect her to feel sorry for him, she wondered? 'You should find yourself a mistress,' she told him. 'Someone to take of your needs.'

'How are you fixed?' he smiled ruefully.

'I'm already spoken for, Frank. There must be other women you know. Besides, it's never such a good idea to mix business with pleasure. Though it often happens, I know.'

'You have an extraordinary effect on me, Jill. The old testosterone glands work overtime as soon as I look at you.'

But Jill managed to keep him at bay, though furtively searching with her eyes for telltale bulges in his trousers. It was shameful to watch such a normally self-confident executive so desperate. Getting involved with the boss, though, was never a good idea. It always seemed to end in tears from what she has seen in others!

At Christmas time, as in offices all over the Western world, it was usual to end the year with an office party. The large reception area was turned into a nightclub atmosphere with lots of buffet food, wine and beer. Starting in the late afternoon, by early evening, everyone was in party mood. Everyone, that is, except Frank, who was quiet and depressed. He had told Jill that the thought of spending several days without seeing her. Filled him with remorse. She felt somewhat guilty that she was the cause of his sadness, even though she knew it wasn't her fault. She had certainly never given him any encouragement.

Nothing Jill said could cheer him up. They were sitting together in a small settee, whilst the rest of the staff were chatting in corners, or smooching to the dance music being played softly on a tape recorder. Lights were turned low to hide the indiscretions of the couples. Jill had seen one couple sidle away into an office, presumably for a more intimate embrace. This gave her the idea of giving Frank a special Christmas present.

'I'm off to the ladies,' Jill whispered in Frank's ear. 'When I get back, I'll go straight to your office. Don't you have some things to sign?' And she disappeared into the lobby.

After two or three minutes had elapsed, Frank stood up casually, filled his wine glass and sauntered from the reception area, through Jill's outer office, into his own. Only the desk lamp was lit, throwing a pool of light over the blotting pad. He went across to the desk, leaning his bottom against the edge, wondering what Jill had planned.

He soon found out. The door open silently as Jill slipped quickly inside, closing it softly behind her, and standing with her back to it, turned the key. Facing Frank, smiling at him, Jill reached down to the hem of her skirt, slowly raising it to her waist. The look on Frank's face was one of surprise and astonishment.

Jill had no underwear on, her bare thighs and waist, her spread of dark pubic hair, visible to his gaze. Without saying a word, Jill sidled towards him, hips swaying provocatively. When she reached the side of his chair, Jill stood with her legs apart, took his left hand in hers, to place it, palm up, against her warm, wet vulva.

'There! That's what you've been wanting for absolutely ages, darling. Feel! Go on! Have a good feel at my private nest.'

Astonished by this sudden, unexpected offer, Frank gently squeezed her fleshy mound, warm and silky. Jill unfastened the side buttons holding up her skirt, allowing it to shutter to the carpet. Next came the blouse. She was naked underneath that as well, now standing before him stark naked, the full beauty of her perfect body exposed to his fascinated gaze.

'This is your Christmas Present,' Jill told him, removing the glass of wine from his right hand, putting it onto the desk, before unhooking the fastening of his waistband, then lowering the zip fastener with skillful fingers. His penis was already rising to the occasion when she flipped it out of the confines of his underwear. Gripping the waist band of his trousers and underwear, Jill dragged them down his thighs and over his legs until they dangled from his ankles, giving Jill free access to his genitals.

Taking hold of the stiff cock in her right hand, she began fondling it to a full erection, whilst proffering the hard nipple of her left breast to his face, for him to suckle. Jill studied the manhood in front of her. It was a large specimen with a distinct bend, giving it a boomerang shape she had never seen in any cock before. And she had seen many! The head was like a ripe apricot with a pronounced rim that would thrill any vagina on entry. Jill thought it a shame that such a handsome piece of male equipment should be under utilized. The sight sent ripples through her loins. 

When he realized he wasn't dreaming, Frank began to play with Jill's slippery labia in earnest, with his fingers, rubbing the wetness over her hair-covered outer lips, stroking against the clitoris. The large fleshy vulva gave him an awareness and thrill he had almost forgotten. It was years since he had felt the secret of a woman. It was bliss! To slip a finger, then another, into the hot willing passage of soft folds was absolute heaven!

But sexual abstinence over the years had reduced his ability to control his own physical emotions. Jill, gently stroking his cock, was encouraging his inner loins to tighten and flex in rapid succession. He began to panic. But Jill read the signs, and held his cock hard against her groin as he shuddered to a climax of considerable power. His sperm flooded into her pubic hair, splashed across her belly, spilling over her thighs. Spurt after spurt gushed over her. The sight of such an ejaculation held Jill breathless. Oh God! She felt her orgasm rising deep inside. Rubbing the thick sperm vigorously against her clitoris and vulva, harder and harder, she felt the waves rising in her groin. Faster and faster! The sperm lubricated her fingers, until her thighs twitched and lurched, her loins exploded into a myriad of ecstatic sensations and blissful release. She stifled the unstoppable loud groan, shaking her head from side to side until the spasms stopped.




Sex and the Theatre Ch. 03



They both panted for breath as the excited muscles gradually subsided.

'My, my! What a deluge!' Jill snatched the handkerchief from his top pocket to mop up the excessive amount of sperm swamping her belly and pubic mound.

'That,' said Frank, 'was the finest Christmas present I've ever had. All I need now is to fill your fanny with my cock. Just to feel it inside a woman again.'

'There's nothing I'd like better, but I think we should draw the line at adultery, darling. Much as I would enjoy it myself. You have a fantastic piece of equipment there. It's a shame to see it go to waste. I'll take this hanky home to wash it for you. Can't have your wife finding it.'

That was the only time Jill saw and handled Frank's cock, though she had two or three times, allowed him the liberty of sneaking his hand up her dress to feel her wet vulva whilst standing at his side, taking notes with an unsteady hand.

When she left the firm Jill was sorry not to have sampled that magnificent penis again.

But this was Rod's amazing cock she had in her hand. 'Let's fuck.' Rod urged. 'It's want we both want.'

'No! Mustn't,' she muttered thickly, concentrating on jerking his cock, rolling her tongue over the head. Much as she wanted to fuck with Rod, she wanted to retain some degree of loyalty to Alan. Besides, she was enjoying being in control. having his cock in her mouth.

Rod's manipulation of her genitals, the clitoris in particular, was giving Jill some thrilling feelings. She was trembling! But she knew she must bring him off to avoid him forcing himself onto her. They were both growling with unbridled lust. As she felt the jerking and fluttering in his groin, Rod twisted himself round whilst lifting her right leg over him to place his head between her thighs.

'Come on, lover,' she urged hoarsely, 'let's see you spurt. I love to watch those jets of sperm shooting out. Give it to me.'

As Jill jerked his cock with enthusiasm, watching every twitch, Rod took the generous drooping labia between his lips, chewing on them eagerly, slipping his tongue into the wet passage, whilst rubbing his nose against the dilated clitoris. Jill's manipulation of his cock was bringing him to the boil. He felt the familiar stirrings in his loins, dragging at his groin, clenching in spasms, preparing for the final push. Then it came!

Jill was on cloud nine. Delicious feelings flickered through her whole belly, muscles beginning to tighten. She was aware of Rod's agitation, twitching buttocks, jerking against her mouth. But the growing commotion in her body was swamping the conscious mind. A violent heave sent a jet of sperm into Jill's hair. After watching the second and third, she put her mouth over the end, filling her mouth with sperm - then another, and another.

As she swallowed the delicious musky juices, Jill fell backwards, thighs trembling, to enjoy the tumult swirling through her entire being. Great waves of lust and desire swamped her completely. With insistent crawling fingers, she grappled her clitoris urgently to bring the agony to a sweet end. Every single orgasm came to her as a surprise, a new experience. Nothing else in the world mattered to her when she reached this stage. Then the swell crashed over her, the delightful spray of release as she moaned and groaned her despair and delight. She was oblivious to everything except that supreme feeling of rapture.

As Jill slowly recovered from her delirium, returning to reality, she realized that she was being fucked! The delicious feel of long hard strokes was filling her soft vagina. Rod had taken advantage of her defenseless moment of orgasm to slide that beautiful monster into her secret passage. Alan's own private refuge. Private that is, until now!

'Oh, shit! Rod! No!' she cried, stifling the shout. She tried to squirm from under him, but he was holding her down by the shoulders, pounding into her, long and deep.

'Darling! You're wonderful! I could fuck you all night.' He grunted.

'Well, you can't' she responded. 'The stewards will be locking up soon and coming to get their cars. Just let me go.'

But the supreme feeling of well being she always had when being fucked overcame her willpower to resist. And the distinct bend in Rod's cock reached parts of her vaginal folds never reached before! It was different. It was marvelous. Oh, she loved being fucked! Jill was at her happiest when a stiff cock was filling her vagina, fucking, fucking, fucking! She felt alive - happy and content to allow the intruder to stroke her inner folds.

Wrapping her arms round Rod's waist to help draw him in to the limit. She was ecstatic with happiness, with this large cock inside her willing vagina. It was a new thrill for her. A really special one!

For Rod, his first ejaculation into Jill's mouth, had left his penis still as hard as steel. He was ready to continue. A second orgasm was called for. So, as Jill writhed, preoccupied with her own orgasmic release, mouth full of sperm, falling backwards in the exhilaration of it all, Rod quickly straddled her and aimed his fanny-ready cock into the waiting, dilated vagina. He began to shaft her quickly and powerfully. Rod had achieved his ambition - he was fucking Jill! The beautiful, delectable Jill! He was jubilant! Yesss!!

And so was Jill! She hinged her thighs as wide apart as she could, to allow deepest penetration of that superb shaft. Now that he was screwing her, for the first and last time, she might as well get the most enjoyment out of it. Jill was floating in a cloud of ecstasy. Nothing else mattered in the world at this moment. Only her body being totally submerged in the thrill of being taken. Being thoroughly fucked! Fulfilling its purpose! Rejoicing at every thrust!

Delirious with the sheer exciting thrill of fucking this most beautiful woman, keeping up the steady rhythm, Rod shagged vigorously, his bare buttocks rising and falling, thrusting hard against the softness of Jill's trembling groin, filling her with his hard cock, until he felt his muscles begin to contract once again, before bursting open the sluice gate to lubricate Jill's vagina with his juices. In response, Jill's growing muscular tautness came to another gripping climax, joining him in a rare simultaneous orgasm.

During the minutes of relaxing against each other, getting their breath back, cock still embedded inside it's mate, neither spoke, but both knew they had experienced something rather special and wonderful. Then reality took over once again. 'Oh shit!' Jill said to herself, struggling free, quickly stuffing her knickers into her bag, as she clambered to get up. Shaking and stroking her clothes into some semblance of their proper shape, without looking back, she clambered into her car. Using the car interior mirror, she wiped the sperm from her face and hair with her handkerchief. Back in the real world, her mind was in turmoil, having been overwhelmed by the force of sheer lust, which had got the better of her loyalty to her husband. 'Oh my God! I'm late,' she realized.

V

On arriving home shortly after, Jill noticed stains of sperm on her blouse. Feeling the swelling between her thighs, she felt Rod's sperm still seeping from her vagina. She would clean the car tomorrow! Going into the lounge, she found Pru with a glass of wine in her hand, watching the late news. Jill blew her breath out. 'Phew! Sorry I'm a bit late, Pru.'

'I was beginning to wonder,' Pru smiled, 'if you'd got off with someone!' She emptied her glass, and put it on the side table, preparing to get up.

'Funny you should say that,' Jill replied. 'I've just been fucked by Rod!' 

Pru fell back into the sofa, looking astounded for a full four seconds. Then she burst out laughing. 'Gosh! You nearly took me in there!'

'But it's true, darling.' Taking the soiled handkerchief from her bag she offered it to Pru. 'There! Smell!'

Whilst Pru gingerly sniffed the handkerchief, still sitting on the sofa, Jill stood in front of her, and lifted the front of her skirt, exposing her bare groin. 'Look!'

And, sure enough, the generous covering of pubic hair was matted and wet. Jill slipped her hands either side of her vulva, drawing the lips apart. Her labia were still glistening wet. 'Smell it! That's Rod!'

Never having seen another woman's navel before, but without a second thought, Pru leaned forward, sticking her nose against he friend's pussy, inhaling the aroma. A strong smell of sex, and through the female juices the unmistakable flavor of male sperm. Oh yes! The evidence of sperm at the opening of the vagina. A sudden lurch in Pru's loins warned her that she was flooding her own knickers. The sight of Jill's secret jewel, together with the smell, was arousing, turning her on quickly, and when she felt Jill's hands on her head, gently pressing her nose and mouth against the vulva, her tongue snaked out to taste the mixture. A confused Pru unexpectedly felt the need to lick the labia, flicking her tongue against the clit before slipping it as far as she could into the vagina. Never before had she had her head between another woman's thighs. It was confusing, but exhilarating. Exciting! Jill's loins were trembling against her mouth. Oh God! Her fingers dropped between her own legs, seeking out her own vulva, desperately in need of attention.

When she felt Pru's tongue exploring her vulva, Jill immediately responded with jerking loins. Her belly responded, still wanting more attention. She caught her breath, putting her hands on Pru's head, pressing it towards her vulva. Oh my God! Knees started to tremble, out of control. Her hips shook. Never before had a woman got her tongue on her labia, let alone slip inside her vagina. It was electrifying! Amazing! Different! Yes ... yes! She was starting to come again. There was no preventing it. 'Oh God!' she moaned. 'Pru! You're making me come! Yes! Yes! Yes! And she ground her vulva against the mouth of her lover, stifling a scream as the orgasm reduced her to a shuddering helplessness, collapsing at the side of her friend.

Seeing Pru's screwed-up eyes, and shaking shoulders, she realized that her friend was masturbating. Her hands quickly found their way up the hem of Pru's skirt, to join her fingers desperately clawing at the clitoris. Without thinking, Jill pushed Pru back into the corner of the sofa, dragging up her skirt, before lowering her head between the lurching thighs. The knickers were already pulled to one side, exposing their hidden secret, oozing with Pru's personal juices. She latched her mouth over the inner labia, taking the clit between her lips, snaking her tongue round the vaginal opening, tasting the delicious honey. She had often speculated on what it would be like to play with another woman's pussy. Well, now she was doing just that. It was certainly interesting to have other female juices on her fingers, exploring the inner flesh of an eager vagina. She pushes her mouth against it.

With a lunge of her hips, Pru groaned loud, her orgasm beginning to consume her. Jill was nibbling her clit with her lips. Oh God! Her loins jerked against the mouth giving so much delight. The spasms were intense, and many. When she finally sank back into the cushions, she looked at Jill with a smile. 'Fucking hell! That was absolutely amazing Jill. A whole new experience for me!' It was the first time Pru could remember having an orgasm induced without using her own fingers.

'Me too,' admitted Jill. 'I never knew how thrilling sex with another woman could be!'

As Pru struggled to get up, adjusting her clothes, she said 'Wish I could stay.'

'Me too.'

'We must do it again sometime, when we have more time to enjoy it.' 

Jill agreed. They embraced and kissed deeply and passionately before Pru finally left in a flurry of bags with their knitting and books. Jill went to bed, deciding not to wash. She wanted the memory of the whole evening to linger on her skin. She drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face, and her hand cupping the warm, very satisfied wet swelling between her thighs.

VI

During their foreplay the next evening, whilst caressing his body and kissing, whispering in his ear, stroking his penis, Jill asked Alan to tell her about his previous evening's sexual escapade. It was a common ritual they often played. Each would recount a sexual episode of such a nature, and in such detail, that the other could never be quite sure whether it was a fantasy or an account of a real event. Either way, it helped to turn them on even more. This was, in fact, how, on earlier occasions, Jill had 'confessed' her episode with Frank's cock, and the young man in the park, amongst other fictional events.

Encouraged to tell all, Alan described to Jill how one of the young secretaries had drunk rather too much for her to drive home, so, brushing aside her wish to sleep it off in the car park, he insisted that she shared his twin bedroom apartment. Having helped in stripping off her clothes, he laid the compliant young woman on the bed and kissed her goodnight.

In the middle of the night, however, he awoke and realised that there was a soft young woman in the next bed. Slipping from his own, Alan could not resist joining her in her bed. He stroked her all over, her small pliant breasts, hips, thighs and buttocks, sucked her small tender nipples, gently felt her oozing vulva, and stimulated her clitoris, ending up screwing her hard. As she matched his thrusts, begging for more, she moaned and groaned her way to a noisy orgasm. Eventually he quickly withdrew his cock, spurting into her downy pubic hair. But she still wanted more and they spent the next two hours in an orgy of oral lust and brutal fucking. He came three times, he boasted!

So, taking courage from Alan's 'confession', Jill whispered to him the graphic account of her sexual encounter with Rod in the car park, describing in great detail his unusual cock, his energetic fucking. Of course, Alan would never know whether she spoke the truth or not - and Jill would be happy that she had truly confessed to her husband her wickedness and her unfaithfulness, and had found forgiveness. The effect, as she described Rod's cock, was to stimulate Alan to even more vigorous thrusts. Remembering the violent fuck of the previous evening, Jill was brought to several fulfilling orgasms.

There was no doubt that Alan was the better lover, but Rod the better fucker ... well, maybe. The best fucker was usually the one doing it at the time!



Sex and the Theatre



After sighing with relief, Jill sensed Don's climax approaching. Breaking away, turning to one side, she continued to jerk the slender cock. A glance towards the house made sure nobody was coming to interrupt, as she increased her jerking. She gazed hard at his erection. Jill studied the shaft with lust, as Don's loins jerked and rolled, head thrown back, eyes screwed up. Faster and faster she jerked! During his spasmodic breathing, she studied the long hard cock. Not very thick, but long, about six inches, and curved upwards towards his belly. Then, quite suddenly, it exploded in front of her eyes, spurt after spurt splashing on to the grass.

'Yes! Yes!' Jill muttered to herself, watching each jet erupt. 'Wonderful. Such power!' On an impulse, she bent down in front of Don, taking his sticky cock in her mouth, licking and sucking it gently, to remove every last trace of sperm. 'Mmmmm,' she murmured, 'delicious!'

Quickly rearranging their clothes, they strolled back to the house as though nothing had happened. Jill looked serene and composed, but Don was still panting with the unexpected excitement, his head still spinning. During the walk back to the house, Don suggested a follow-up meeting somewhere, but Jill refused his suggestion.

'No thanks Don. A one-off. I happened to be ready for it, that's all. Let's just leave it at that. A lovely episode for us both - nothing more. Not yet anyway. But who knows?' She left him with a glimmer of hope for the future.

They were met at the French windows by Derek, the musical director. It was noisy in the room with everyone chattering away, a piano playing in a distant room.

'Ah! There you are Jill. I've been looking for you. Time for your party piece.' He went into the room, clapping his hands loudly, calling out. 'Quiet folks. Jill has agreed to sing "Summertime" for us.'

The noise abated. People stood around. Derek sat at the piano, with Jill standing by his side, and began the introduction. Jill's voice soared. Such control! She really had a beautiful voice, still in training. The whole company was mesmerised by her performance, bursting into spontaneous applause when she finished. Even the leading soprano joined in the ovation.

The director for the company was James. He came across to her to congratulate her on her lovely voice. They stood close together, side by side as the other party pieces were played out. Then the hostess called out, 'Grub up!'

James and Jill went to the buffet table and chatted together. He made her laugh. They got on well. Others looked sideways at them, wondering what they were up to. When it was time for Jill to go, she made her excuses to the hostess, but James insisted on driving her home, saying it was time he left as well. Jill was glad of the offer, since she wanted to ditch Jim as her escort and move up the management ladder!

James' car was a large saloon with bench seat and column gear change. It was parked with others down the lane at the side of the house. There was no street lighting, but the moon was still shining. They continued their chat as James unlocked the doors of the car, holding the passenger door open for Jill to climb in, before walking round to his side of the car. 

'Well! It's been very pleasant talking to you Jill. It's something we don't get a lot of time for during rehearsals.'

'Thanks! You've been very kind.'

He closed his driver's door. 'Not at all. You will be auditioning for the next show I expect?

She turned to him. 'Oh, certainly! That's if you think I should.'

James laughed softly. And without warning, he leaned across to her and kissed her lips lightly. Jill remained passive as the kiss lingered.

'Hmm!' James murmured. 'Delicious. Of course you should audition.' Then he put his arm round her neck and kissed her again. Jill leaned back into the seat, allowing his mouth to explore her lips, chin and neck. James was pleased that she was not offended by his attention. He didn't usually go for young women. After all, she was younger than his own daughter. But he was still a very handsome figure, six feet tall, well built, clear blue eyes, with hair greying at the temples perhaps, but otherwise a full head of fair-haired curls.

'You don't mind my kissing you?' he asked softly.

'Why should I?' Jill whispered hoarsely. 'I like being kissed. Besides, you're a good kisser.' She flattered him to bring him on, by holding James' head between her hands, pulling him over her as their lips pressed together for the third time.

'I thought I might be too old for you,' he murmured.

'Rubbish. But you are married to a very beautiful and very elegant lady. I'm very ordinary compared with her.'

'Don't you believe it!'

'Where is she tonight, by the way? I thought she'd be here with you.'

'Ah! She has an after-show party of her own. Just finished playing Cleopatra, so there's no hurry to get home as far as I'm concerned.'

'Perhaps she's in the arms of her Anthony right, being embraced.' Jill laughed lightly. 'Joke!'

'Oh, that's possible! Could be. She's a very sexy woman. Besides, it's quite common for romantic leads to become temporary lovers in real life.'

'Perhaps it's as well she can't see you now, then!' Jill whispered close to his face.

Their eyes shone in the pale moonlight. They met. He kissed her again, pushing her lips apart with his tongue, sparring with her own pointed tongue. Their lips investigated each other, gently chewing, mouth gradually opening to allow tongues to explore each mouth. Both had a hand behind the other's head, crushing their faces together.

James was overjoyed that Jill was responding to his kisses. He didn't often get involved with girls from the chorus, but this one was special. She was going somewhere. Her extraordinary innocent beauty - her slender figure with its perfect curves, were all very attractive to him. All the men found her appealing. He had wanted to take her in his arms and embrace her. So it was natural that he should slip his hand inside her blouse to stroke her perfect breasts - so soft and white.

Jill continued to kiss him ardently to encourage him to remove her breast from the confines of its bra halter, to stimulate the swollen nipples with his fingertips. The usual sensation of mild quivering reached Jill's groin, filling her furry friend with a supreme feeling of anticipation and desire. To say nothing of special juices! She murmured with happiness. This was the cock she wanted. This was the man to help shape her career. But she decided not to rush things. He would feel for her vulva soon, she knew, looking forward with excitement to the event!

And he did. No man is content with the breast alone. Breaking off from the kiss, James transferred his mouth to the succulent nipple now exposed to his desire. He was alive with lust and craving for this delicious young lady. He would try his luck further. His right hand slid up her inner thigh, fingertips tracing a delicate pattern. Finding that Jill did not oppose him, they continued until they reached the gusset of her silk pants.

Still no objection from Jill. She was holding her breath in anticipation. In fact he felt her thighs part slightly in encouragement. James eased the gusset to one side, aware of it's wet evidence of arousal, feeling for the touch of her silken hair, guarding the entrance to her most delectable private flesh. The exquisite texture of her abundant labia sent him into an ecstatic feeling of joy. Oh, jeeeesus! Ecstacy! He now had that enchanting, plump virgin vulva in the palm of his hand. It was soft, warm and inviting, the wet lips pressing into the hand. He was over the moon!

It was when Jill managed to wriggle out of her pants, offering her open thighs to him, that the full glory of her genitals could be explored. The hem if the dress had ridden up to her thighs, giving James access to her white, smooth thighs and exquisite vulva encased in its web of golden curls. He was sorry it was so dark. He couldn't see anything much of this delightful piece of flesh, hidden between those lovely thighs. As he began to explore its secrets, Jill's most private part, she brought his head up to kiss him once again.

It was time for Jill to make her move. Smothered by the kiss, she groped at his trousers to touch the stiffness hiding beneath the cloth. She gradually unfastened the flies, utterly determined to explore this cock, removing it from the confines of his pants. Jill grasped her hand firmly round the shaft.

It was astonishing to James that within a few minutes of getting in the car, they were already grappling for each other's genitals. Jill was purring with desire. Her perfect furry friend was dilating with pleasure with the attention it was getting. 

In Jill's hand was a glorious penis. A handsome prince fit to worship at her shrine. It felt enormous to her. Certainly the largest she had experienced to date! Investigating the contours, Jill found it solid and straight, smooth skinned with little evidence of veins beneath, unlike Bill's heavy contours. She placed her thumb over the tip to feel the pearl of liquid gathered in the opening of his foreskin. Oh my goodness! Superb! Jill watched intently, as she worked his handsome cock up and down, slowly at first, then more urgently. The sheer thrill of fondling such a majestic weapon - for that's what it was - increased the tensions mounting inside her. 

It was a delightful revelation to Jill when she finally realized that no two cocks were the same. Each new one was fascinating territory for her to explore. So it was always with a feeling of eager expectation that she took hold of a new penis. Such a thrill.

They were both now masturbating each other feverishly in the dark, in a delirium of ecstasy. Her inner muscles clutched hungrily at the probing fingers, her loins in a flurry of turmoil, already beginning to flex with the start of an orgasm. Jill was moaning and gasping with delightful agony. She was lost in excitement. Her vagina was flexing rapidly.

'Oh God! Make me come,' she whispered softly and urgently, spurring him on. 'Make me come! I'm desperate James!'

But James was the first to come with a loud grunt. Jill felt the jet of sperm gush onto her breast, followed by several more splashing on to her blouse in the process. She didn't care! She cried out in joy! 'Yes! Yes!' The mere experience of feeling his ejaculating cock finally triggered off her own staggering release.

'I'm coming! I'm coming!' she wailed to herself. 'Don't stop! Keep going!' The massive wave of emotion crashing over her, making her loins jerk with its force. 'Yeeeeeeesssss!'

Each new orgasm came on Jill as a heavenly surprise. A new thrill, as though each time was the very first climax she had experienced. Masturbation gave her such a wonderful feeling.

They sank back exhausted and disheveled, panting.

'Sorry Jill,' James said after a pause. 'I don't know what came over me.'

'Lust,' she replied, breathless. 'Don't apologize. I could have stopped you had I wanted to. But I didn't.' In fact, had he fucked her at the height of her excitement, she wouldn't have been able to stop him.

He smiled to himself. It gave great satisfaction to bring such a lovely lady to orgasm.

'Will your wife be home when you get there?'

James looked at his watch. 'Not yet. As you said, she probably got herself sexed up at her party, and will want a good fuck when she gets home.'

'Lucky her! With that marvelous specimen of manhood to do it with.'

'Perhaps lucky me as well. She is a very resourceful lover.' He paused. Dare he mention it? Why not? Perhaps one so young might be offended. He'd risk it.

'My wife loves oral sex. Do you?'

For a moment, Jill said nothing. 'Don't know. Never tried it.'

'Would you like to try it now?'

Unsure what to think or say, in the darkness, Jill looked into his glimmering eyes enquiringly. She had never come across oral sex before. She was curious. 'Go on then. Show me.'

It was necessary for James to push her thighs apart before squatting down between them in front of the passenger seat. With both his hands, he felt his way up her supple inner thighs to her vulva, found the yielding labia to draw the lips apart with his thumbs. The entrance to her pink vagina was exposed, with the stiffened clitoris showing at the top of her vulva. James leaned his face into her, applied his mouth to the fleshy collection of folds and flaps of flesh, running his tongue up, along the whole mouth-watering gash. Jill was awash with her love syrup. James had a passion for vaginal juices. This one was slightly salty - tangy - it tasted delicious.

But there was no time to ponder on the taste. As his lips fastened on to her clitoris, Jill's loins lunged violently at the touch. 'Wow!' She gasped loudly. 'Oh fuck!' And when his tongue teased her button, Jill immediately went into orgasmic spasms that tore through her belly. She had never experienced anything like it before. 'Ohhh! Fuuuuuuck-ck-ck!'It was scary! The contractions went on and on as she squirmed, jerked and whimpered with thrilling delight ripping through her. It was with some difficulty that James kept his mouth glued to her vulva, taken back by the intensity and ferocity of her response, but still munching at the wonderful morsel until she stopped whimpering.

A breathless Jill eventually subsided. 'Wow!' was all she could say. 

'Did you like it?' James asked as he got back on the seat.

'Phew! Love it! Fantastic!' Jill had never known such a shattering occurrence.

Without saying a word, James took Jill's head in his hands and drew it to his lap where his still-stiff cock was waiting.

'Open your mouth,' he whispered.

Now knowing what to expect, Jill did as she was asked, only to feel James cock being pushed into it. Gosh! She loved cock, but did she love it this much? James gradually, and gently started to fuck her mouth. Cautiously, she tasted his secretion still lingering in his foreskin, running her tongue round the head. It tasted faintly of bleach - not at all unpleasant. She started to suck at it softly, putting her hand round the base to prevent it from choking her. Deep throat was not yet in her repertoire!

As the cock slid in and out of her lips, Jill jerked it with her hand, licking the shaft hard for several minutes, until she felt the buttocks begin to tighten and flex. The tension was building up inside James' loins. She heard him grunt. Suddenly, the cock discharge in her mouth. Thick and tangy. Having no suitable tissue to hand, she smeared it round inside her gums with her tongue, before swallowing it. She sat up in her seat with a deep sigh.

'Wowee! You'd better take me home.' She was hurriedly adjusting her clothing, struggling back into her knickers, 'or there'll be nothing left for your wife.'

'I'll manage,' he laughed.

What a tremendous evening. Jim, Don and James! The two last ones completely unexpected. After washing through her stained blouse, Jill finally got to bed She meditated on the three very different cocks she had milked that evening, and the final wonderful oral experience with James. That really was something! Oral sex was something she had never really contemplated, but it gave her a sense of power over the guy! She thought about it, whilst gently stroking her vulva and clitoris until she brought herself to a peaceful orgasm.

She drifted off to a restful sleep knowing that her next audition would be a success.

IV

The musical society had its annual dinner dance, but their wives accompanied all the men, so there was no chance of any casual affair, though Jill managed a dance each with James and Don. They chatted about the previous show, assuring her how wonderful she was looking and what heady perfume she wore. Both got their hands on her bare shoulders, wanting to get them on her private area, but had to be satisfied with exchanged meaningful looks, and nothing else. She took a taxi home to avoid unwanted attention from one or two of the flirty lads whose only interest in her was to feel her furry friend. And anyway, it was the wrong time of the month for her.

During the daytime, Jill worked in an insurance office with other women. There were no men below the manager. He was in his forties and it was well known that he was having an affair with the supervisor, Audrey. She was a married woman with two children in their early teens. So there were no male distractions for Jill. She was content to concentrate on with her singing studies without interference from sexual matters.

The summer passed quickly with no emotional upsets. Auditions were planned for September. Of course, her own natural acting abilities, her singing and her dazzling looks got her the soprano lead in The Mikado. The male lead was given to an impressionable young tenor she hadn't met before. Dave had recently joined the company and, although he was not very tall, when he sang, it was clear why he had been given the part. A lovely voice. Well built, and dark-haired, he had brown, mischievous eyes, lots of confidence and a ready laugh. He was, in fact, a lot of fun. Jill took to him straight away.

During rehearsals, their eyes would meet in an intimate exchange. Off the rehearsal floor Jill would hold his hand to maintain physical contact. Their voices blended together superbly. He was Jill's first romantic stage partner and she got a crush on him! As he held her in his arms she felt her loins melt.

No stranger to stage affairs, Dave encouraged her by returning her earnest looks. He found her very attractive and seductive. It seemed to him that she was starting to give him the encouragement to seduce her. So he decided to test it out, by suggesting they met one Saturday afternoon at his house to practice their duets. Jill quickly agreed.

Dave's mother worked in the local hospital, giving him several opportunities to fix a date for Jill's visit. Being also an accomplished pianist, he needed no other musician present. She stood at the side of the piano and they sang their numbers. During the most romantic one, they gazed into each other's eyes with deep affection. When the song came to an end, he stood and went to her.

Dave took her in his arms and gazed intently into her dark eyes. She was truly beautiful. The most beautiful leading lady he had worked with. Jill looked so trusting and ingenuous. Their lips came together in a long kiss as his right hand carefully unfastened each button on her blouse before slipping into the halter bra she was wearing, to caress the soft white breast. He felt the nipple stiffen. Moving his mouth to the side of her neck and earlobes, Dave continued to stimulate her whilst he pushed the blouse from her shoulders, to fall to the carpet.

With a soft sigh of contentment, Jill closed her eyes in a romantic trance. The joy of feeling her breasts being fondled by delicate fingers stiffened the nipples to their full size. Enjoying the texture of Dave's warm lips kissing her face and neck, Jill reached behind her back to unclasp the bra and shrug it away, leaving her breasts open to his lips. His mouth immediately fastened on the sensitive nipple sending ripples of exhilaration through her body.

Jill's mouth went dry when she felt her loins give a jolt, in response to the stimulation, as the muscles in her vagina excited the glands, lubricating her passage. Her arms broke out in goose pimples. She was longing for him to take her, desperate to feel his fingers inside her, but happy in the certainty that he would. Her anticipation was soon realized. She sensed Dave's hand steal under the hem of her skirt, caressing the smooth skin on its path to her secret and most sensitive part making her limbs shiver with expectancy. The hand cupped her vulva, now oozing freely with her love juices. Her legs turned to jelly as Dave lowered her onto the leather settee, hand still smothering her furry friend.




Sex and the Theatre



Kneeling beside her, Dave concentrated on the soft vulva, exploring the outer contours with his fingers. Unable to stifle his impatience for longer, he unbuckled her waistband and drew the skirt over her ankles, followed by her knickers. Jill now reclined naked on the settee, eyes half-closed, a look of contentment on her face, a picture of happiness and sheer physical beauty.

Dave stared in admiration at her perfect vulva, stroking it tenderly, probing the soft folds, taking in every detail of the gorgeous lips. The prominent mound with its silky covering, the pale clitoris peeking from beneath its hood, the pouting, swollen labia. With both hands, he carefully opened the thighs wide for a full view. He studied it for a few seconds, transfixed by the vagina dilating and contracting, leaking its juices. He leaned his face into the vulva and kissed it lightly. Jill trembled at the touch, and when he fastened his mouth over both lips and clitoris to taste the succulence of her sweet mystery, her body jolted with the shock, and squirmed with loud gasps of ecstasy as an unexpected series of intense spasms swept through her. She clutched the vulva with fingers of both hands to calm it down.

Whilst Jill recovered, it didn't take Dave more than a few seconds to get out of his clothes. Jill opened her eyes to watch his stiff penis come into view. It stood upright against his belly, jutting from its nest of dark curls, hard and straight, throbbing with desire. His stomach muscles rippled with tension. His body was lean and taut, with a light growth body hair on his chest and belly. Jill reached out for the thick cock. Pulling Dave towards her, he knelt beside her for allow the stiff manhood to be fondled and studied, whilst he continued his close examination of her shine, her treasure trove. His hands were everywhere, smoothing her shaking belly, caressing the breasts.

Compared to other cocks Jill had seen, this was the most handsome by far. Perhaps because she wanted it to be. Not excessively long, but thicker than any of the others. Swell ... maybe! With the foreskin half retracted, the head was already leaking. Jill brought it to her lips to kiss and suckle. She fondled it with great affection. Her loins were in turmoil, boiling with lust and hungry for this mate to penetrate the love tunnel. Jill decided that Dave should be the very first man to penetrate her furry friend proper. She would give him her virginity. Her maidenhead. She had been wanting to lose it for some time. This was the occasion.

Positioning himself between her open thighs, his thick shaft nudged the lips aside to find the entrance it was so eager to explore. With hands resting on each of Jill's pale thighs, Dave paused to relish the moment of penetration. He wanted to savor the elation as he slid his cock slowly into the depths of Jill's honeyed temple of delight. It was wet and tight. This was probably the most tender vagina he had entered. It was a beautiful moment for him.

'Oh God!' Jill wailed with a sob, eyes screwed tight 'It's marvelous - beautiful.' Her long cry as the shaft stretched her folds apart was half joy, half anguish.

As he began to fuck her slowly, Dave watched the eager soft labia lips cling tight to his thick withdrawing cock as though begging it to return inside her temple. He listened to her agonizing sobs of surprise and delight - he looked on in amazement as he drove his cock in and out of her, making love to this goddess of beauty, this stunning female body, never before entered and explored by man's penis.

In her joyful trance, Jill grunted with each thrust of this Prince of cocks plundering her virgin treasure. She was delirious - filled with desire - the sensation was unspeakably wonderful. Every thrust was a thrill for her. Words could never describe the miracle of the joy of sex. The slight pain as his penetration stretched her had gone - only supreme exhilaration deep down in her loins. She toyed with her clitoris to enhance the pleasure, her head rolling from side to side with untold delight. Her belly was knotting up - muscles tightening and flexing. Her first orgasm with her Prince embedded inside her shrine, was approaching fast. Waves of emotion rose and fell. An enormous curtain of lust crashed into her loins, hurling her thighs into the air. She howled - she wept - she beat the shoulders of her conqueror in utter ecstasy as he tried to maintain his rhythm.

Dave was unable to control his climax either. Working feverishly in Jill's heaving thighs, his spring tightened quickly until, as she subsided from her orgasm, he was forced to withdraw his throbbing cock to watch his first jet of sperm eject high over her breasts to splash her cheek and splatter her breasts and belly with pearls of his juice. His cock seemed to spurt for ever!

Jill looked down their bodies. She watched the emission with fascination. This was the first time she had witnessed an ejaculating cock properly, in broad daylight. It was thrilling! She was a woman at last! She had been deflowered by a handsome mighty cock of a wonderful man of her own choice. She was overflowing with love and joy for the conqueror of her love temple - the one who had unlocked her secret and stolen her virgin jewel.

They engaged in an orgy of sex - oral sex, exploring every piece of each other's body with their tongues and teeth. Tasting each other, nibbling genitals. When Dave chewed on her vulva, fingering deep into the wet vagina, almost brutally squeezing the pliant labia, he lapped at her gash for a second time. Jill was more able to control the sensations in her body, taking fantastic delight in holding back the demands of her loins, gradually reaching her orgasm. She relived the incredible feelings deep in her loins, before sucking on Dave's cock, to bring him once again to a spurting climax, splashing over his belly. She could study the sperm intently. Their second fuck was more relaxed. More deliberate. More consciously pleasurable. Every stroke of his cock a delightful experience.

Eventually, reluctantly, Jill had to leave her leading man. It had been a most perfect introduction to the joy of uniting bodies together in the act of love. Male and female exploring each other. Fulfilling and satisfying.

It wouldn't last, of course. After one repeat performance, the show went on. And when it closed, they parted, Jill to new leading men who diverted her sexual interest from the previous one.

She would always remember Gilbert & Sullivan, however, for introducing her to the joys of sex. Jill had come a long way in a short few months!